Our way lit by a single head lamp in the inky darkness, my thoughts again drifted back to the mother I do not know and whose face I have no recollection of.
Opiate of the People
What I was really looking for was God without religion and I needed a new path.
The Trail Giveth and the Trail Taketh Away
The call went out for volunteers to help in the search for Melvin on Friday
“Why Do We Hike?”
It was an amazing and surreal experience. We sat there in silence watching the scene unfold in front of us.
The path is made in the walking of it. -Zhuangzi I have been reading, On Trails, the first book by Robert […]
“Too Much Good Whiskey (or Circus Peanuts) is Never Enough”
You know that feeling when you take that first sip of coffee in the morning, or maybe diet coke for some, or that first Circus Peanut?
I stood at the wall for quite some time looking at the figures etched into the stone and contemplated those indigenous natives that lived in this spot hundreds of years earlier.
You Gotta Have Goals…or do you?
Ol’ Zig was right about one thing, I needed “a check-up from the neck up” and I got one at the top of the Watchman Trail overlook.
Heaven or Hell?
These particular petroglyphs are unique and intriguing and quite literally have puzzled novice and expert alike. Some say the glyphs are signs of extra terrestrial visitors to the ancients.