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Dry Dock

An odd time where my house hibernates next to my boyhood home. The driver’s side window staring down into the kitchen like the eye of a great leviathan peering into the past…

Always on the Move

We pulled into Lake Mead last week, our little oasis in the desert. Coming back, I realize how much I loved this place the first time. It’s enchanting. The landscape this unrefined, unfinished sandbox of the gods. Ancient and wrinkled and weathered, scarred with jagged valleys and craggy heights, the lake rests like a gem on a mummified neck uncovered in some primordial tomb…

Giving Thanks in Isolation

I’m not an alarmist. And I don’t seek my answers from political pundits in matters of health and safety. I have my own biases, certainly. But when it comes to critically evaluating information, I seek the truth.

The truth is, I can’t go home….

Safe and Familiar isn’t an Option

In less than one week, the world will end. Off in the backcountry and hidden along forest roads, even I can’t shake the building tension. A defeatist atmosphere prevails over the formerly United States of America. The election countdown has become a doomsday clock. As that count winds down, half of the country expects the worst…