Wednesday, December 28, 2011

the rare and the ugly

So it goes...

Saturday, October 08, 2011

End of Fall / Here / Not For Me



Supposedly will be in the area of the World's Greatest Fall Festival

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

On Timing

So I got the best of summer for once.

I'm getting the best of fall. And hoping to extend it for a few weeks somewhere else.

Not to say that I didn't have my terribly cold/hot days or rain/ice/humid days, but all in all...

For once, timing is actually correct. How long has that been? 3 years?

There exists some sort of catharsis there. I've learned to embrace the memories contained in smells.

I've learned to let myself be happy. How long has that been? 15 years?

My misanthropy aside, I'll let go what I need to. All of it if necessary.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Summer Home

No complaints.

Sunday, July 03, 2011

Really? - Bested

Seriously, last flight:

Gate Manager at Orlando(CA) airport:

"At this time all connections seem fine right now, as all places heading to Denver are on hold, you know, because of the old in and out."

As a side note, saute mushrooms in bacon grease and have a better day.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


On a flight recently, the captain says:

"ATC has warned us of intermittent storms. We will do our best to keep the seatbelt sign off during the flight. However, if you would like to plan your movements around these interruptions, it would be appreciated."


Monday, May 23, 2011

It's All Right

It's True. Arbitrary definitions and goals are much more fun than tangibles. It's the irrational that makes sense, and that is a good thing.

Here's to only 3 states left before I get home (~5 or so since leaving last, 3 roller derby matches, apparently trapeze in the future). Yay.

Sunday, March 27, 2011


There's no place I'd rather be.

Friday, March 11, 2011

What I've Truly Missed

Really, it was far too long. Excuses are pointless in hindsight. It's funny how life makes you forget about your life sometimes. Also, it's amazing and wonderful even when it's not. We'll shortly return to paying odds, but let's get to something else first:

We had first tried to get into the Maze 8 years ago. I was planning on smuggling in Mr. Murph, and was equipped with 2 tire cables, a stock suspension and ignorance.

While we got in later that year, the current trip validates the decision not to try the descent back then. (Trouble found us regardless both times, but those are separate stories)

So down we went to the most remote area of the contiguous 48.
(And we were apparently the first back up this year).
The truck finally earned a name.
(Contact me if curious)

Much has changed since I was last in this area. I suppose that if you had the inclination, you could update your Facebook profile to let people know that you're staying out of touch with and disappearing from everyone. So it goes.

So I finally made it to the Fins, the area that I used to daydream about when the taped topographic maps of the Maze district were hanging on my wall in Santa Cruz.

Returning to the neglected life is a good thing.
While I suppose it was there and back again, it feels more like a through-hike.
I could write more, but other pics are lurking somewhere around here...

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Paying Odds

Well, we'll get to this after Utah. It's been far too long.