Georgia On My Mind

While trying to make a buck, fate stole up and tapped me in the back of the head with a lead pipe. I awoke at 35,000 feet, smoking eastbound at 400 miles an hour encased in the aluminum tube of a Boeing 777. Hilarious and conniving gods, for their own entertainment, decided I should return... Continue Reading →

Down on The River

Last night, Dawn and I camped in the day-use only portion of a ruined forest service campground beside a thundering river somewhere off the beaten path below a decrepit dam in the Southern Sierra. The overnight part of the campground was fenced off, padlocked and signed - CLOSED. Curious and inconvenienced, we parked Big Red... Continue Reading →

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