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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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Friday, September 28, 2018

Monday, September 17, 2018

Head Over Heels Part II...The Fun Begins Where The Trail Ends


"Remind me to get my depth perception checked," I said to Bobbie, who either couldn't hear me over her grunts and groans and heavy breathing, or couldn't care less about anything I had to say while battling a ridiculous slope of slip-slide talus. 

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Head Over Heels, Literally and Metaphorically


We are taken by surprise on Tuesday's drive over Red Mountain Pass, looking for some new "dots" to add to our grid. Autumn colors are about to peak, earlier than usual by a week or more. Even though it happens every year, the kid in me can't help feeling it's brand new.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Blind Faith


There was no turning back. Gasping for breath, lost in a surreal swirl of clouds that spawned flashes of lightning and chest-rattling thunder, we'd come too far, worked too hard, and suffered the worst in an attempt to claim El Diente's summit.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Woods Lake to Navajo Lake


Stretching both my legs and the limits of a senescent memory on a lonely Woods Lake trail, I recalled how, even as a child, it never took long to outgrow my front yard and neighborhood. I must have been four or five when we moved to an almost new tract-home on La Mirada street in south Phoenix. Only a few blocks distant, South Mountain filled the frame of our living room's "picture window," as did the flash-boom summer monsoon lightning storms that discharged on its rocky ridge-lines.

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Tranquility In Paradise Basin


Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me...
A song by Christoper Cross