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days 61-68—letting the light in
“What are you doing here?” My voice cracked as my arms lunged forward, my body moving before my mind could catch up. Tears welled and...
Mar 54 min read
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days 51-57—tex mess reset
When I die, scatter some of my ashes in The Continental Club along Congress—preferably on a night when a violinist is in the lineup. Let...
Feb 213 min read
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day 50—everything is dead
We’re alive, but the beeping is back with a vengeance. Everything went black—just as we settled in for the night in the Taos Ski Valley...
Feb 134 min read
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day 34—mystic waters
Imagine this—you’re soaking in a bathtub, steam curling around you, fully immersed in relaxation. Then, out of nowhere, a man and his dog...
Jan 282 min read
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day 33—narrowly made it
We woke up torn between two equally iconic hikes—Angel’s Landing or The Narrows? One tested nerve, the other endurance. One was all...
Jan 273 min read
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day 32—bryce, bryce, blog
We started the morning winding through Bryce Canyon, watching the hoodoos catch fire in the early light. It was a drive-through kind of...
Jan 262 min read
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