Anatomy of a Western Road Trip
In California, there is home, and then there is the road. There are slugs of caffeine and blurry eyes that grow more clear with the soft palette of sunrise. There are eggs and there is salsa, and afterwards, tandem bicycle…
The Struggle I Choose
You can’t run from Mother Nature. At least, I can’t. I grunted up miles of switchbacks, tracking thunderheads as they flexed their fluffy might maybe a ridge or two over. Now above tree line, a judgment call grounded in so…
On Departure’s Eve
After a week of firsts and fist bumps, I huddled around a campfire, all raw muscles, beer in hand, love in heart, singing and shaking tambourines with good, good folks. One by one, our little impromptu Valley family band eventually…
The Nine Hour Tour: Montréal
As of this writing, I’ve been awake for nearly 24 inglorious hours, traveling from a music event on pastoral Prince Edward Island back home to the glistening concrete confines of Los Angeles. I’m so exhausted that I’ve actually come right…
