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Water from a stone

I stood at the trailhead, a place I’ve stood countless times over the past 40 years, but this time I looked at the man standing to my left and Goose to my right and then down at my shoes, an...

Touching the horizon

I love the desert in springtime. Indian paintbrush blushes alongside the trails and desert birds flit about overhead, diligently building nests, whistling while they work. Somehow the aridit...

Picking up the pieces

Recently, I unexpectedly found myself in the midst of an existential crisis of sorts. I guess no one anticipates an interpersonal philosophical disaster, but I really didn’t see this one com...

Slaying dragons in the wild blue yonder

The unseasonably warm weather has been beckoning us outside. There’s nothing like a good tromp in the mud to squelch a case of spring fever, so I tied my shoes and Goose grabbed her foam swo...

The nature of love seen in our beautiful trees

Ahhh February, the month of love. It’s the time of year when grocery store aisles turn to a sea of red and pink, when chocolate boxes are bought to melt recipients’ hearts and the sweet smel...

Petroglyphs the memories in my mind

I don’t have much quiet in my life. I am a full-time, short-order cook of part-time, half-eaten meals, an avant-garde art project director using only common household materials, a disaster m...

Catching the breath that took mine away

I’d been eyeing the sled for a couple of weeks. It had seen better days, but, then again, so have I. So I figured what the heck and went back to the thrift store to buy the “Orsa Sparkin,” a...

Give and take

Rock climbing teaches valuable lessons

The nature of change shines this season

I love the fall, and not just for football and pumpkin spice lattes. My senses are on overload, and it’s the time of year when the natural world around me prepares for slumber that I feel de...

Life is more like a box of rocks

Forrest Gump said “life is like a box of chocolates,” but I think life is more like a box of rocks. Some people are smarter than the box, some people are dumber than the box, and if you are ...

Hiking our way to the vegetable promised land

It’s a nightly showdown at the dinner table in my house. The theme song from “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly,” playing in my head as I take my 10 paces from the kitchen to the table then sli...

We’re all treasure hunters

Gold King Mine spill a lesson to wilderness enthusiasts