My first instinct was to dismiss his assertion much like I was emptying our RV black tank full of two weeks of excrement into the sewer....
The Truth Behind Conspiracy Theories
A Nomad’s Work is Never Done
Far from an inconvenient mess, the ordeals all become part of the adventure. New experiences, new places, new faces, a few risks along the way - that's the life we've chosen, the nomad life.
Carrizozo, New Mexico, Living Ghost Town
Tragedy from a divided America.
A Lost Civilization
...civilizations can vanish if they aren't able to, or refuse to, react to change. Here's hoping we realize the stakes.
Mission Amok
Captain's Log, Stardate 012019 I am still recovering in sickbay from the ritual combat. It must have been the strange atmosphere of that desolate place, or perhaps the alien puppet masters who were in charge, pulling the strings for their entertainment, but my memories aren't quite clear. I recall the Gorn. The beady eyed, scaly … Continue reading Mission Amok
Arena – Battle in the Marsh
Captain's Log, Stardate 011119 Our mission accomplished at the Gulf, we will soon depart for the opposite edge of the Florida system. This mysterious crossroads of alien life and cultures has been a welcome place to explore. My only hope is that they will overcome the devastation wrought by the storms and return to their … Continue reading Arena – Battle in the Marsh
Leaving Paradise
Leaving Paradise - We've seen swamps, powdery beaches, and forests so still and quiet, you might just forget about the alligators lurking in the water...
The Devil in the Dark – Part II
Captain's Log, Stardate 122218 We have arrived at the planetside location known as Tate's Hell and it is, indeed, hellish. The shuttle landing pad is constructed from countless corpses of what appears to be an alien species. Little remains but their shells. I do not wish to speculate how they met their fate. I can … Continue reading The Devil in the Dark – Part II
The Devil in the Dark
"Good 'ol Cebe, he owned a ranch not far from here. One night, he found some dead cattle, all torn up and mutilated..." he pauses and his eyes light up mischievously. "They's surrounded by the tracks of a vicious beast, likely come from that there yonder Gulf. A hunter from pure oblivion. Stealthy as the night and more fierce than any storm..."
Heart of Darkness
Captain's Log, Stardate 120118 We've begun the journey east, skirting the edge of this subspace void. We were told that before the ion storm, this was a scenic flight to rival the beauty of any planet in the Federation. The inhabitants here faced the abyss with festive colors and stalwart charm. This is maybe a … Continue reading Heart of Darkness
