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. 

The Land Of Falling Down Rocks

I had hoped to hang around till sometime in early May. But with temperatures occasionally nudging into the mid 80's, I could feel the "noose" tightening around my time in Camp Klondike. Due to work and volunteer commitments, this would be Bobbie's last chance to join me, there, in my ramshackle Rv home-away-from-home. 

Just take a moment out of your fucking Nice Day Life and read this...

https://www.morelifelesswaste.com/2019/04/spiritual-warrior.html?showComment=1556398627551#c1668465536365889379

Another Exploratory Hike-a-Bike To The Whitecaps For A Better Look At Little Ass Valley

"In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man...in spite of real sorrows."  Emerson