The Black Canyon of the Gunnison
The morning I arrive at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, our current President tweets some nonsense about reducing our...
The morning I arrive at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, our current President tweets some nonsense about reducing our...
The further north I ventured, the thicker the woods of Wisconsin became. It's hard to describe. I rely on intuition...
2018 is my year of intimacy and dreams. Life has taken on new meaning lately, with a rejuvenated purpose for...
Six hours straight north from San Francisco lies the otherworldly land of the California Redwoods. The tiny town of Klamath...
It's still dark, sunrise won't be here for at least another half an hour. I can only feel the mighty...
As soon as I stepped outside of the car, the humidity sapped my strength like a giant blood sucking mosquito....
January 2017 I found myself sitting on a cliff, overlooking the Pacific ocean. I was just listening to the waves...
Where the Pacific ocean meets the start of the Redwood forest is a sliver of land where the mighty elk...
Upon leaving Fern Canyon, the inexplicable pull to stay in the Redwoods takes the lone hiker to the Friendship trail....
The smoke was so thick that the temperature was easily ten degrees higher than normal. The wildfires that were burning...
Wisconsin's largest waterfall is located on the top edge of this great State, in a part of the USA that...
The sinewy seaweed drapes my form like the remnants of an afterbirth. I teeter and sway with the tide, a...