To this day I cannot eat a Cliff Bar. I blame THAT on the Sierras. Altitude sickness is no fun. Neither is explosive diarrhea 15 miles from the nearest bathroom. Oh believe me, I lived through that shit. Literally. It began with a backpacking trip in Southern California. Sounds simple enough. Add 6 friends. Try …
Rainy days were meant for blogging in front of a roaring fire. This been a pretty phenomenal rainy day. All day long as I sit in my cabin in front of a roaring fire enjoying this amazing fall weather, friends and family have been texting to tell me they saw my column in the local newspaper. …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my childhood memories and then they come flooding back to me at the mention of a subject like mushy lettuce. Oh yes, mushy, chewy slime-like lettuce brings back the memories of the Whoppers and the summer of eighty-nine. In the summer of 1989, …
Every time I pull myself dripping with sweat, muscles screaming in pain, to the top of another peak, I start dreaming about what I will make for dinner. After six hours of hiking uphill gaining near five thousand feet of altitude all I can focus on is when will I have another meal that is …
Sometimes the power goes out. Sometimes you almost step on a rattle snake. Sometimes you try to make a gourmet dinner of a wood fire grilled BBQ chicken pizza, the crust a golden brown as it sits upon your gas grill, dinner is looking fantastic and you are so hungry after an amazing day of …