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Teeland’s General Store, Wasilla Alaska (1976?); the way it was.

Is there no mystery to compare with the vivid flashes of brilliance, when purple mountains turn to crimson and meet the full bearded, golden plains of autumn?

Rationalization vs. Justification a perfectly good argument 🙂

My biggest trepidation about driving in a foreign land is negotiating major cities where I can’t read the signs. Although this conundrum has shown me some interesting places it is a time–consuming and angst filled endeavor.

It is believed a changing climate, or the impact of newly arrived human hunters where the demise of America’s horses. Archeologists have found Clovis spearheads with Equus DNA attached providing definitive proof that early humans in North America hunted horses for their meat.

Ahh, finally eighteen below zero and beautiful. I have been waiting for a day like this for months. Sadly, to often winter temperatures hover between 20 and 35 degrees, much to warm for the magic of the arctic cold. You draw in that sub-zero air and it’s more refreshing than a mouthful of Minto peppermint with a dash of dry ice.

Grover’s ninth decade took away has ability to walk in the field. Refusing to be benched at such a tender young age, he got an electric cart and a carrier for the back of his car. He would then search for, then find a moose or bear

Imagine, your nest is newly empty and only one kid left in college and you can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. You are fifty or sixty, and you don’t like chasing a little white ball that resembles a nest dwelling egg, what do you do? Photography has become the answer for many.

For obvious reasons, today the main source of revenue for Cinque Terre is tourism. A testimony to the strength of centuries-old tradition, fishing, wine and olive oil production continue. Adding to its charm is the lack of visible corporate development.

Because of their embarrassment of natural riches, the Dolomites became a World Heritage Site in 2009. The Dolomites have always had a huge imprint on those who admired them for the first time, and it is not a secret that they are acclaimed by many as the most beautiful mountains on earth.

A new plan quickly came together; I would leave the base at 5AM for Naples Harbor 45 minutes away to catch the first possible ferry for Capri. The guy at the hotel desk hearing my plans offered to rent me a GPS since Naples has 3.5 million people. Considering some of my previous challenges, I said yes.

After a two hour crash, I awoke in a panic knowing afternoon light of this exotic local was slipping by uncaptured. I retrieved my Fiat from the parking garage malaise and headed west into the marvelous antiquity that surrounded me.

When I told those in the know, I would rent a car and drive in Italy, they often would say something like: “You are a brave man,” other’s would say after a maniacal laugh; “you’re a freaking idiot.

While doing due diligence on room amities on Trip Advisor for my trip to Japan, I have to admit, that the cheap looking plastic toilets were a put off but a toilet is a toilet, right?

I stand still repeating several times like a prize fighter in between rounds, off his chair standing ready for his opponent. No fists today. No. Just my rod, my fly box and my craft and wit.

I’m being held in place by the nature I love even if its unforgiving at its best. Today it holds me to the bottom of this river and surrounds me with awe and exhilaration and privilege.

Louise, my mother, went into assisted living kicking and screaming then after getting there, she loved it. The weight of responsibility was lifted from her shoulders, and she made the journey from paranoia from random dementia, to joy.

While living in Lake Tahoe in August 1986, I read in Outdoor Photographer Magazine a feature about Fred Joy and his gallery. As with all featured artists Outdoor Photographer profiled the highlights of Fred’s portfolio and Fred’s stunning imagery of the Grand Tetons spilled out all over several pages

I have lived in many resort towns since, and I have noticed a trend, I am attracted to them when they are still small, quaint, and undiscovered, but it usually isn’t long before word spreads about this next great place. The newcomers arrive, and they marvel at the scenery but yearn for a classier looking town.

I had been dwelling around the river valleys and canyon streams chasing trout long enough, it was time to re-acquaint myself with the unpredictable adrenaline rush horses often provide while expediting my exponentially ample ass up the mountain trails to the sublime subalpine regions of our high mountains

As winter settles in on the Greater Yellowstone Region, the snowbirds fly south either by wing or by motor coach. Those of us that are more grounded either by work, will, finance, perverse adrenalin addictions or a slavish dedication to the four seasons settle in and prepare for the curses and blessings of winter.

Eagerly anticipating a great day of wildlife photography, upon cresting the hill at Golden Gate just past Rustic Falls, to my surprise I saw three tepees pitched east of the road along Glen Creek. As I surveyed the scene for photo opps I noticed up ahead, crossing the road, a band of Indians, horseback, in buckskins, packing quivers of arrows and carrying spears.

I could have bought a tamer horse, but I couldn’t have bought a prettier one. Besides after getting bucked off so often I walked like some of the cowboys,

Wanderlust has always been an integral part of my soul. So during the course of my sojourn following my lust 1975 found me in Alaska chasing my fortune hoping to find a job on the Alaska pipeline. A day late and a dollar short, as usual, I found myself