A Story Untold About A Stone Left Unturned

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist."  Nietzsche

"Another One Bites The Dust"

I had all but put Moab to bed, kissed it goodnight and turned out the light. Then someone sent me this... 

Remembering Mom

I’m staring at a priceless and befitting photograph for a Mother’s Day tribute... gleaned from eight millimeter home movie frames shot by my Spielberg dad, Everett. Mom’s beautiful face and smile fills the lens of Dad’s wind-up Bell and Howell camera, a snapshot slice of Hilda Mable Johnson parading against the backdrop of a ’55 Chevy… both destined to be “classics.”

A Wind-Down Slick Rock Wander With Pal Chris

Chris and I stumbled into some "new dots" just before leaving Camp Klondike.