With luck, it might even snow for us. ~Haruki Murakami, After Dark   The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. ~e e Cummings ...

  Just beyond the creek crossing, the Old Cabin Trail folds back onto itself like a protein molecule and begins climbing out of the cool gre...

  Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Double-barrel buckshot) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you ki...

The Captain announced that the seas would be choppy that day as we crossed the channel from the mainland to Santa Cruz Island, a place 25 mi...

  The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered They are saying "forget the night Live with us in forests of azure Out here on the perim...

 Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry. ~Jack Kerouac It is the experiences, the great triumphant joy of living to the full...