Bowling and alternatives in Canyonlands.
Welcome to the beach.
A tale of two buds.
Spencer and his search for meaning amidst mechanicals and missed connections
Time does not seem to pass as I sit there, watching the water tumble down the rock, but even these perfect moments must end
The man turns the corner, puttering towards the desk. He is wearing small, round nutty professor spectacles and a vest over a casual dress shirt, the universal uniform of the fastidious regional clerk.
In a country where palm trees grow readily and many parts of the country do not receive snow ever, these mountains appear to have been sent by central casting straight from the arctic. Covered in loam, peat and scrub, they are all exposed rock and elbows, a precarious heap of loose boulders.
Why do we climb mountains? Because the climbing is fun? Because it is as out there and inaccessible, as alone as a person can be?
A refreshing change from the aggressive, freakish courtesy of other retail employees in Bend
he man was a barrel mounted on legs and loomed over us as only a man who has trouble touching his elbows together can.
In the wilder places, we are still nothing, just fleeting shadows across the landscape.