reminiscing

This was first posted on the original version of buzztail close to ten years ago. I’m resurrecting it here.   It’s kind of funny how certain seasons trigger memories of past travels and experiences in wild country. When fall rolls […]

why the wild?

Who knows what’s in store for the next few years as far as wilderness protection is concerned. Hell, for that matter we don’t even know what may be in store for the next few weeks. Efforts to protect our wild […]

desert morning

It’s Friday morning, 5:30, and the temperature is a cool 80°. It’s not really cool by normal standards, but when the day heats up to 105° it feels pretty cool. I’m sitting here in my camp chair, coffee cup in […]

worth saving

I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing that is worth saving. — Edward Abbey And the longer I live, I come more and more to the conclusion that […]

a simple life

The other day a twitter friend, @jfmailander if you want to look him up, described me in a tweet as an ascetic. I don’t know if that’s a totally accurate characterization, but I kind of like it. So I thought […]

sinking into oblivion

What is it about these small forgotten towns and settlements like Desert Center that tugs at my gut the way they do? Nostalgia? An age thing? Maybe… Sometimes they dredge up memories of trips made with my parents when I […]

places that used to be

You see them here and there in your wanderings. Small, once upon a time towns that have fallen by the wayside over the years. Places that used to be. They were once living communities like any other. Perched along the […]

love of place

No place has ever grabbed hold of me like the desert has — not even the canoe country of Minnesota or the great mountain wilderness of Montana. This place, as harsh and extreme as it can be, as fierce as […]

the heart of the desert

This is the desert. The sun and the wind are my teachers. The rock is my mentor. The lizard and the snake, the coyote and the raven — these are my brothers and sisters. The ironwood and palo verde are […]