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"We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us." C. Bukowski

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Sunday, April 15, 2018

Paint my wagon, please...


''Wherever we look there is but a wilderness of rock,'' wrote Maj. John Wesley Powell, the Colorado River pioneer and one of the first "whites" to gaze upon Moab's labyrinth of canyons. ''Deep gorges, where rivers get lost below cliffs and towers and pinnacles—ten thousand strangely carved forms in every direction—and beyond them, mountains blending with clouds.''

Thursday, April 12, 2018

MOAB comes to MOAB


...At least the M and B half of the acronymic moniker (bestowed by your's truly) that represents Maia, Owen, Anita and Brent. They brought food, bikes and beer, so of course they are welcome to our table...but not our living quarters.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

"Oh the canvas can do miracles..."


The night after Bobbie traded me for her "hearth" in Lovely Ouray, I nursed a lusty, menopausal male notion to reprise "Alaska," a favorite circumferential loop in Klondike's HillsI knew my body was't yet conditioned for the "marathon-ish" four-plus hours of uphill grinds and "vice-grip" descents, but, assisted by 3 cups of dark roast "liquid courage" the next morning, I figured the best way to get in shape for "Alaska's" nether-lands is to ride Alaska's nether-lands. You'd think there'd be laws regarding Old men and caffeine...especially in Utah.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Life In The Key of C


6 AM, 20 some miles north of Moab, a bachelor in paradise waits on sun and temps to rise enough to straddle his Bad Habit Cannondale and put in some single-track time. Bobbie’s home in Lovely Ouray, working on her second cup of coffee, snug as a bug by the hearth.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

On Routine...


Every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork, you must make a decision.  C. S. Lewis

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Beautiful Day...Felicity on Hangover Trail


 "It's a beautiful day," I screech in the worst "Bono" imitation ever, then proceed to butcher U2's lyrics like slaughterhouse sheep. My felicity is boundless on Hangover Trail. I've got the sun's warmth on my face, a cool breeze at my back, and views to die for. "It's a beautiful day."  

Friday, February 16, 2018

Wistful Reminisce in Jerome (revised due to a dropped paragraph that explains Bobbie's connection to Jerome)


I'm in the mountainside town of Jerome, Arizona, casting a reminiscing gaze over the expansive Verde Valley. Bound by snowcapped San Francisco Peaks to the north, familiar vermillion cliffs to the east, and Mingus Mountain to the west, Verde Valley holds a hoard of memories that range from happy to sad. But I've been coming to this area since before I can remember, and it feels as comfortable as a pair of old cotton sweats.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

On The Road To Irrelevance


"Everywhere he looked, he could see the most vibrant world of life that had no need of him...that would not think for a moment of his vanishing...have no memory of him...would go on without him. He began to fear his imminent death, not because he would die but because he sensed that he had never really lived as he wished. The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Richard Flanagan.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Drifting South...The Heat is On


This belated Havasu post comes to you from just north of Phoenix, on the shore of Lake Pleasant, where it's less than "pleasant." Temps soar into the 80's under skies that aren't cloudy all day. Yes. It's tying or breaking records here and the extended forecast shows no relief in sight. "Might as well go home," Bobbie mutters, a trail of sweat trickling from her brow. "Goldie doesn't do 80's very well neither do I." 

Friday, January 26, 2018

Carpe Diem


If I had a "do-over" for my higher education, it would be to major in Geology instead of Psych. Maybe then I wouldn't wander around mountains and deserts mumbling, "What the fuck?"

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Choke-stone Blues on a Random Canyon Hike


Ever notice how the grass is always greener on the other side of the lake? After only one day at Catherine's Landing we surrendered to wanton roving eyes and a desire for new territory...someplace where the peaks are taller, mountains more rugged and mysterious, and canyons run wild and woolly into wilderness.

Friday, January 19, 2018

On Wonder...Sustenance for the Soul


I've been to places of incomprehensible beauty...in driving snow when flashes of lightning shuddered the atmosphere...quiet nights perched below immaculate stars. At such times, wonder saturates every cell in my body, provides me with a deep well of energy and an infinite capacity to love. It changes who I am. As much as I have transformed I am still a kid, full of curiosity about the world, chasing dreams and summits.  "The Push," Tommy Caldwell

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A Birthday Hike for Bobbie



If a doctor treats your cold, it will go away in fourteen days. If you leave it alone, it will go away in two weeks."