In The News: Thorn-Bush Attacks Biker, Trump to "Nuke" North Korea...

Or was it the other way around? It could take some time for the authorities to sort out who attacked whom, but in the meantime both Bush and Biker are said to be resting comfortably.

Doin' the Bump and Grind

After being pinned mostly indoors by the weather gods for a couple of days... ok, four days... I was in dire need of some mental and physical therapy. When Marky doesn't get his "medicine," life just seems to fall apart. Fortunately Bobbie was home in Lovely Ouray, and thus was not present to witness the breakdown.

Accidental Tourists, Wandering Around in Edward Abbey's Former Backyard

There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated. … To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me. Edward Abbey

Jeepers Creepers, The Jerk Finds Redemption

Ok, here's an IQ test, grab a pencil: First, you must pretend you're a diehard Motor-head. Now, how much would you pay for a well used 4WD "rockhopper" like the one pictured above? 10 grand? 20? 30???

Fat Boy and Slim Bike Loop the Sovereign Trail

It took a while to warm up yesterday, enough for a bike ride, anyway. But it was time; what's it been, three days? So I jump now to near present time, skipping over several foot adventures near camp, not to mention a daunting trip into town during Jeep Safari Week. Moab has become the proverbial "phone booth," or "Volkswagen," take your pick, into which the "Chamber of Commercers" has decided to see how many tourists can be wedged inside without killing an innocent child or maiming a senescent geezer.

Looking for Alice in a Wonderland

My Bobbie App rolled into camp just before noon on Sunday. Oh how absence grows fonder hearts. She'd been gone only a week, but we embraced as if it had been a year.

On the True Cost of Obsolescence, as Measured in Dollars and Common Sense... Part II

May your trails be crooked, winding, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds" (Edward Abbey)

I am bathed in warmth, besieged with beauty, camped where my old friend, tranquility, has come to knock on the door.