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Unfulfilled journeys will all too soon lay at tired feet. If not now, when ?

Header Photo: Tucson Mountain Park: Star Pass to Beer Garden to Lee Yetman loop hike... with Chris Ford, daughter, Juliette (from Soggy Seattle), Susan Wise (doing squats?) and Biking buddy, Maikel Wise.
P. S., there was no beer at the Beer Garden... :(

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Loving TMP


Thank God for people like C. B. Brown, a forward-looking citizen who, in 1929, happened to be Chairman of Pima County's "Parks and Rec." Ya see, it pays to do something magnanimous... something that lasts longer than than your measly lifespan. It's called "leaving a legacy," and future generations will continue to mention your name long after you've kicked the bucket-list goodbye. If you're lucky, you might even get a mountain named after you (Brown Mountain), and a mention in some insignificant blog post whose editor appreciates your foresight.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Condensed Milk


Playing catch up here... a barrage of photos on an almost Wordless Friday.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Hiking Memory Lane


Eyeing our Vulture Peak objective from afar, I didn't have a single specific recollection of climbing it. But my Bobbie App says we did, and she's seldom wrong about such things. It's highly unusual for me to forget a "checkmark" on a summit during our Peak-Bagging youth. However, as my dear ol' Daddy used to say, when there comes a marital difference of opinion, always defer to beauty :).   

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

This Is My Brain On Drugs


We moved south a couple hundred miles from Boulder City (the forecast made us do it). I write this from a boondock in the hill-dale shadows of Vulture Peak, a summit we climbed (there is disagreement here so I'll just say) some time around Y2K.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Through The Looking Glass


We had a couple more hikes around Boulder City... in between blasts of wind and spurts of rain. 

Friday, January 13, 2017

Purgatory


I was watching the BCS Championship game the night before departing Lovely Ouray. As time ran out, I could have swore I heard Bear Bryant groan from his grave. Indeed, Clemson—down 14—came from behind, scored a touchdown with one second left on the clock, and beat almighty Alabama 35 to 31. Crimson Tide fans wept.