Getting the Shaft in Mexico

HAYLEY AND I MOVED SOUTH, trading the cold desert of Wyoming for the hot desert of Arizona. We traveled through more desert along the way, starting with the Red Desert near the Colorado border. Geologists refer to this region as an endorheic basin. Any rain that has the misfortune of falling here cannot look forward to…

Searching for Godzilla

SOME TRIPS WERE MY GIRLFRIEND’S IDEA, others were mine. This one was all mine. Colombia offered everything from beaches to mountains to rainforest.  I made a list of things to do, including of course a visit to the Amazon.  Never enthusiastic about tropical heat or bugs, especially bugs, my girlfriend acquiesced to the trip rather than…

La Ramie

“STARVING AFRICANS!” I looked over my shoulder to see a young man in a scarf holding aloft a styrofoam cup. Our eyes met. “…and orphans!” he added emphatically. Behind him was a table with a couple of large thermos containers. A banner was flapping in the cold wind but I was pedaling too fast to…

La Baja

THE NEWS FROM MEXICO was rife with stories of beheadings as the drug war produced narcotraffickers as merciless as Aztec priests. None of this escaped the notice of my friends, who made sure to log their disapproval of my trip in advance in order to tut-tut with impunity over my headless corpse later. My girlfriend…