Having recently retired and made the transition from big city grind to clean country living, it quickly became pretty clear that, although I loved the bucolic peace and quiet, my laconic but wonderful neighbors, and the more relaxed pace, there was something that was still missing from my life. Continue reading
Death March: This is a Vacation?
I am desperately clinging to the face of a rock wall 300 vertical feet above the Grand Canyon, and I am in mortal fear for my life. I have reached this point after climbing, in kiln-like temperatures, up a tumble of boulders and loose scree that my guides laughably refer to as a “trail”. The prickly pear and barrel cactus thorns have, like darts from a road side blow gun, turned my legs into a mass of scar tissue, and my surgically altered knee is singing the French national anthem “La Marseillaise” (literally, “I surrender”).
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