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Week Seven: Meager Victories
There are misfortunes that can afflict a traveler, through no fault of his own. There are outright mistakes a traveler can make, such as brushing his or her teeth with Benadr... read more...
Week Six: Rock Around the Clock
We were ten minutes away from departure when Jochi drove up on his scooter, pulled up his goggles and said, “You know about the rockslide, right?” I slammed the back hatch of... read more...
Week Five: Rush Hour
The cell phone rang while my Jeep sat idling two vehicles away from Canadian customs. It was Starling, explaining that I couldn’t reach her apartment in Vancouver using the i... read more...
Week Four: Smoke Jumping
I glanced over my shoulder. The winged fiends were keeping pace with me every step of the way, bobbing and weaving in tight formation, waiting for me to make the mistake of sh... read more...
Off the Map Week Three: The kindness of strangers
“I could club you with this,” spoke my straight-faced friend, Minnow, hefting a sizeable log in her tiny hands. She claimed to be kidding … just making a playful comment after... read more...
Off the Map ... Week Two: Ridgelines and treelines
Ever notice how people, without trying to be sarcastic or duplicitous, can say one thing and mean the exact opposite? Consider, for example, the statement, “I’m sure you’ll be... read more...
WEEK ONE: A frog misplaced
What the heck was I looking at, anyway? The weirdest creature to cross my kitchen floor in a long while was shuffling clumsily across the tiles – some kind of furry bundle th... read more...
Week 14: Bringing it all back home
From the rim of the hot springs, I languidly observed the approaching doe, who appeared interested in the delicate, soft grasses at the water’s edge. Two fawns crept up timidl... read more...
Week 13: Soaking in the Sierras
A moonbow. I couldn’t believe it. I was staring at an actual moonbow! I stood awestruck in the rain and moonlight, halfway between my Jeep and my tent beneath the lava clif... read more...
Week 12: Engine Failures
It was a cold night on San Joaquin Ridge. I sat behind the wheel, staying warm and killing time until I grew tired enough to inflate the mattress and try to get some sleep. ... read more...
Week 11: Never lost a toenail
A blue feather caught my eye, so I stooped to pick it up and continued down the trail, twirling it between my fingers. I was temporarily entranced by its simple beauty, which... read more...
Week 10: Safety Third
The man in the orange protective jumpsuit spoke up for a third time: “This is going to be 10,000 gallons of propane fuel exploding. It’s not going to be over quickly. For 26 s... read more...
Week Nine: As the Man Burns
“Big dust storm comin’!” announced a burly ranger, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Best be getting back to your tents… batten down the hatches.” I glanced at my friends,... read more...
Week 7: Urban Adventures
“Are you serious?” I asked my new friend, drawing my gaze down from the ladders that led to the alley rooftops. Snowbird gave me a look that said climbing rusty fire escapes o... read more...
Week 6: Crisis on Froze-to-death Mountain
What was I thinking? If I stayed huddled here any longer, I would surely freeze to death, which would be a completely unoriginal thing to do on a mountain named such as this. ... read more...
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