A year-end letter, five weeks late.Continue reading
We drive 22 hours from Boulder, USA, to El Potrero Chico, Mexico. The journey takes three days, and we barely stop. We see nothing. The insides of Texas gas stations. Rest stops alongside the highway. A Wells Fargo bank or two. Endless fields of cotton & many drive-thru restaurants. We sleep in the car & we talk to no one until we arrive in Mexico.Continue reading
Street Tacos in Tijuana
4 a.m., Tijuana, Mexico.
Just across the border from San Diego.
Outside of a strip club.Continue reading
The Wind River Range
“Remote” backcountry place popular with climbers, backpackers, and fisherfolk.
I write “remote” in quotes because there were easily over 100 cars in the Big Sandy Trailhead parking lot when I arrived. A bit shocking after an hour spent driving in on “Am I in the right place?” kind of dirt roads.
The Trip: Drive (8 Hrs) > hike (5 Hrs) >camp (4 days) > climb 1,000+’ faces (x2) > hike out (4 hrs) > Drive homeContinue reading
The Museum of Broken Relationships
Snowy day in CO. Cozy, inside, plenty of time to write. Taking a trip back in time today…
The Museum of Broken Relationships is dedicated to objects. Objects as symbols of love lost, and hearts broken.
What reminds you of your former lovers?
I visited this museum in Zagreb, Croatia, four years ago. It was on the list of tourist activities at the hostel, and at the moment, I wasn’t too far from the end of my own college relationship. And so, with such things on the mind, one dreary Zagreb December morning, my traveling companion and I set off to visit this strange little museum.
It turned out to be one of the more powerful experiences of my young life.Continue reading