Category: Deep Thoughts

La Paz to Todos Los Santos

12/18 – 12/23 “What is time?” “I don’t know Alex.” “Well it ends when you die.” “That’s great.” “Have you thought much about it? About time?” “Honestly Alex, it’s a bit early for metaphysics, don’t you think?” Stay in a few hostels in Latin America, and you will meet a guy like Alex. Always smoking, Read More

Sinaloa

12/11 – 12/16 Everyone tells you to stay out of Sinoloa. Supposedly, it is one of the major cartel havens. For various reasons we found ourselves in Mazatlan, the largest city in the state. There, on Saturday morning, I sat with a cold blade held up against my throat. The man in front of me Read More

Ya lo chupo el diablo

12/5 – 12/10 “A jijue…..” “A jijue……” “No.  Is more in your throat.  Ah jijue.” “Ah jijue.”  It sounded like I was coercing phlegm. “Ahhh mui bien, now try it all.  A jijue su chigada madre.” “A jijue su chigada madre.” “Mui bien, now you know Hermosillo slang.” “What does it mean?” “It’s kind of Read More

Men in Lycra

11/19 – 11/25 “Oh shit, you set the car alarm off, that’s a stroke little bro.” Jim appeared in the kitchen of the Clarkston Union sometime in the summer of 2000.  I don’t remember the first thing he said to me, but I recall that he was obviously a veteran of the restaurant industry.  He Read More

Adios Estados Unidos

If my calculations are correct, this should post as we are crossing the border.  We’ve been seeing signs for Mexico for over a week now.  I’ve spent much of that time thinking about America as it is likely that we won’t walk on her soil for close to two years unless some unforeseen circumstances arise.  Read More

The Dutch Reach

From Boulder Beach there is a short but steep climb into Boulder City.  Boulder City is unremarkable. As you leave town and get onto US 95 South, you get one of those endless desert views.  We roll downhill for 20 miles or so.  There is a field of solar panels in the distance, but spatial Read More

The Fractal Geometry of Nature: Cathedral Gorge to St. George

10/12/18 There is a semi-truck rolling along in front of me.  I watch the tall grasses on the side of the road fold over like dominoes in its wake, turning to gold in the sun as they flex forward.  It suddenly occurs to me that we’ve temporarily left the dead of Nevada and are now Read More

Fallon Forward

10/4 – 10/10 We decided not to rush Thursday morning as I was hoping to catch the start of the quick draw competition.  I wandered the fairgrounds to take in the denim jeans, “Don’t tread on me” belt buckles, and country jams.  Old cowboys sat in front of a mirror practicing their stance.  Hips forward, Read More

Yer Nanny Jo’s Pear Butter

10/3 Pyramid Lake to Fernley.  We ride between the lake and brown sandy mountains for a dozen or so miles.  The ground a strange patchwork of black circles where the desert scrub burned in a massive brush fire recently.  As the rain drops, the fresh smell of ash and ozone rises.  We ride through an Read More

Welcome to Nevada

10/1 – 10/2 Ravendale, CA to Pyramid Lake, NV Pee on desert sage brush on a cold morning and the sweet tender scent will tickle your nostrils.  Endless yellow scrub climbs golden mountains.  Rattlesnakes sunning themselves in the road and little scorpions crossing the road. I think of Mexico, and crossing that border and wonder Read More

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