Sometimes You Just Need to Get Away
It was the morning of a fifth day some years back, I was on one of my solitary sabbaticals and had chosen Juniper Canyon as a base camp. This last hike was a somewhat shortened one, I would be pulling out for Ozona in a…
The Endless Beach of Time
Tough Men for a Tough Land
Ode to a Cowboy
It’s a Family Tradition
I’ll Never See It All
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: Stink Spring has been dry for several decades, nothing more now than a brush infested run with some decaying horse troughs amid rusting sections of water pipe. At one time the spring was important enough to be fenced…
Christmas Memories of Lajitas Trading Post
The Past is Future
23 October 1983 In quiet solitude amid the pine trees of North Carolina a lone sentinel stands in frozen repose, a lasting testament to a worst case scenario born from the best of intentions. On one side of the bronzed statue are a few…
A Lonely Grave Where Nothing Lives Forever
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: “On a hill far away, Stood an old rugged cross”… A graveyard is a lonely place, and an abandoned one makes for the loneliest of all. For some reason people congregated at a certain spot, dreamed dreams, lived life…
My Roots are Here
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: Since starting my writing efforts some six years ago, there have been so many things to be grateful for. Chiefly are those readers and friends who have encouraged, as well as supported, my new found endeavors. Their acts of…