Travels and travails in the Great Outdoors
The Mall may be the greatest 7+ mile urban run in America. Yes, the faults and distractions are legion. Crowds of milling tourists. Major thoroughfares perfectly spaced to kill the groove. Forever construction. Swampland temperatures. The cloying smell of teenage hormones. But where else can one run amongst the great memorials? In the city of... Continue Reading →
Standing on the edge of the earth, the sandstone rippling like mute dancers, almost but not quite crashing and breaking, and everything falling below down and down and down to some little ribbon of nothing road--this is the land of epiphany. Desert mountains house gods and revelations, demons and that clear, wide-open sky. Candy cane striped red... Continue Reading →
The long and lonely valleys, the stark uplift of mountain, the play of light on cholla and ocotillo--this is the desert. We four-wheeled through Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, heading further and further back into those fierce, abrupt canyons. The San Jacinto Range caught the fire of the setting sun, a dry alpenglow thousands of feet... Continue Reading →
For America, I have endured much--I have been shot at, threatened, lived through -40°C/F winters, bombed, drank endless cups of tea, and more. I did it because I believed not in a party or ideology, but in a larger good that America could one day embody. Our failures in the past are legion, but the... Continue Reading →
Now I grew up most of my life in Nevada, and I deeply love my state. Nevada also happens to be home to one of the least visited National Parks in the contiguous United States--Great Basin National Park--an unofficial starting point for the east-west journey along the Loneliest Highway in America, Highway 50. Highway 50... Continue Reading →
The Big Wild 