Monthly Archives: March 2017

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Funeral via a Bombing Range

The Chocolate Mt. Bombing Range, 2nd largest in the world covering a few hundred square miles, lies adjacent to my Sonora desert property.  The main target of cardboard tanks, green dummies on posts, and stacked pallets is 2.5 miles from my burrow.  When a 1000lb bomb goes off the ground shakes, but I shored up [...]

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Wish You Were Here

It was my first ghost hunt and I didn’t know what to expect.  The site last night was the Kelly, New Mexico ghost town with focus on the church, graveyard and a 1000’ vertical shaft where it is said many miners perished when the town boomed at the turn of the century.  It was dark, [...]

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July 4th Rescue

On the Fourth of July (2008) driving across the New Mexico Rockies, I thought to climb away from and above the crazy noisemakers.  I selected from a tattered guidebook the alpine Serpent Lake, far and high that it’s stocked with fish by air. I drove into a mountain cloudburst so thick the wipers failed, and [...]

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Hit and Run

The motorcycle is scarcely warm between my legs approaching the signal, rolls through green, into the intersection and out of the San Diego night an old Caddy accelerates along University Drive trying to make the light. It broadsides the sidecar hack and the attached Honda 450 tumbles over twice while I hover above it having [...]

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Itchy and the Most Wanted

A few years ago, I got hungry on the trail and pulled into a convenience store at a remote road crossing that didn't even offer a stop sign. I dropped my backpack at the entrance and abruptly heard, as if an echo, ''He's the most dangerous man I've ever seen. Yes sir, Sheriff, I'm looking [...]

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The Hole

I entered a hole yesterday at noon after a mental checklist of precautions. It's a solid rock mountain with no trace of cave-in, no animal tracks to foretell surprise, and no undermining seepage along the inner walls. It's a safe bet for a desert hare or explorer. The 5-foot high shaft is horizontal, flat, sandy [...]

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Flash Flood!

Some people change their ways when they see the light, and those who come to Sand Valley when they feel the heat.  How hot is it today? An hour after sunrise, I open the propane fridge door,  and a four-foot Rosy Boa crawls between my legs and  inside to wait out the day on the [...]

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Gulliver in Baja

It was a cold night in Baja a month ago when I struggled off the trail into a ghost town with an adobe house, and scraped a hole in the leaves for a nest, and thinking twice pushed them into a corner to start a fire. I fell asleep, but the fire did not, with [...]

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Hand from a Boxcar

Labored puffing outside the boxcar’s open door, the rasp of long, rapid footsteps on ballast. A hobo hangs from the door’s latch and can’t pull himself in, can’t let loose or will be minced by the rolling wheels. I reach down my hand and he grasps it firmly. Washington is apple country and in season [...]

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Silverback Gorilla

The 500-pound mountain Silverback Gorilla stands five paces away drumming his chest. The arms can bench press 1000lb. and bend the 2¨ tempered steel bar. Yet the thin Rwandan guide behind me whispers, ´He will charge only if you are afraid.´ The male at 5´ 11¨ is big for the largest gorillas in the world. [...]

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