Delano Peak
At 12,169 feet Delano Peak is the highest in the Tushar Range, the third highest range in the state of Utah. Join Judy and me as we enjoy the magnificent views from the summit and encounter an unexpected bonus along the way.
Trekking Pole Mods
Turn your trekking pole into a selfie stick AND a monopod so you won’t lose any memories when hiking solo. These are the simple mods I made to one of my Black Diamond trekking poles for my 5-week backpacking adventure through sever southeastern states in January 2017. StickPic The StickPic is a simple yet ingenious…
Zima in the Jug
The Jug is a short section of Salome Creek, an amazing oasis in the desert northeast of Phoenix. It’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time when it was extremely rare to see anyone else in the Jug. There was no parking lot and no signs at the trail head. We had it…
My Doppelganger?
Several years ago I was training canyon guides in Costa Rica. During one of several canyon descents I met a travel writer who was working on a story. Early in the day he told me that I reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t think of the guy’s name. Several more times during the day…
Conversations, Part Three
Random bits and pieces of conversations with people I’ve met along the way. Just Need Someone to Talk To Hitchhiking is not as easy as it was 40 years ago, but there are still people who will give a ride to a stranger. Their motivation is most often a simple desire to help another human…
The Route
Back home now and already thinking about where to go next. I enjoyed my walkabout so much and met so many wonderful people that I wouldn’t mind going back to the south, but it is a big world with so much more to explore and experience. I mentioned in a post early in the trip…
Conversations, Part Two
Random bits and pieces of conversations with people I’ve met along the way. PR Police Macon, Georgia. I was taking a photo when I heard a voice ask if I was an Allman Brothers fan. I turned around to see a parking enforcement officer standing next to his “patrol cart”. Stanley Honeycutt was his name….
Blessings
It was cold and raining when the day started in Thomasville, Alabama. The day before had been rough. This day was primed to be even rougher. The rain stopped, but the clouds never cleared. I walked less than a mile before I caught my first ride. 15 miles down the road felt like a ray…
