There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
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27 April 2017

leaving despair in Sycamore Canyon


I had just returned to work after a few days in Mexico City, and I was excited to tell my friends all about it. I was giving one friend some rosary beads she had asked for, when my best friend appeared at her desk, visibly shaken.

"My fifteen year old niece just died..."

A flood of emotions took me over, and I went right back to that fateful day of my own when I got the call about my own sister.

It's been forever since we've spoke, but I get a message from an old girlfriend about her support group for MS. She is so young to have to deal with this disease. I know all too well it's devastating effects on a person, and I find no words to console her. I tell her she sounds strong, but the words are hollow and empty.

She doesn't reply back.

I wake before the dawn and driving three hours up North. I'm not prepared in any way, no food and little water, but I don't care. I need to get out of my head and into the wild.

I find Sycamore Canyon, just outside of Williams, Arizona. There is an eleven mile loop that will work, and I start walking.

Four miles in and I get lost. I want to circle the canyon, thinking that is the most logical route for the loop, but I am mistaken.

Further and further I go, off trail and deep into the heart of the wilderness. I hear no other sound than my labored breathing.

but my mind is clear.....

I eventually turnaround and retrace my steps backwards. My water is gone, the new formed blisters on my feet are screaming in pain, and the sweat along my brow has crystallized into salt from dehydration.

I find this to be therapeutic to my well being.


In the way of the world today, I see on social media about a family friend that suddenly died. Only twenty two hours earlier she had posted a picture of her granddaughter at a gymnastics meet, and commented on how proud she was of her.....

I'll be having Counting Crows on repeat for a while, and taking in the advice from Anna begins...

01 March 2017

Spring training

This isn't a story that will hold you captivated on the edge of your seat.

It's more of a journal entry into the diary of my life.

Spring baseball training is here again in the desert.
My good friend CJ is a huge baseball fan, has been his entire life. It's rubbed off on me. I usually only go to one Spring game each year, and this time around is was at Hohokam Stadium, home of his beloved Oakland A's, against my favorite team the Angels.
Ironically, we went to lunch at Mambos earlier this week, a local Dominican Kitchen in Chandler. The DR is home to many a professional baseball player, and on this occasion several came in to eat while we were there, the most famous being Angels player Albert Pujols.
I sit behind home plate with a burger and a beer, listening to the crack of the bat and the pounding of leather as the ball hits the glove.
Sunday afternoons in the Spring are best spent this way, at least I think so.

17 October 2016

Monday Night Football

The clock was ticking closer and closer to 5 pm, almost the end of another work day.

Yet we are driving, not working, making our way into a tailgating parking lot.

It was Monday Night Football, and the Arizona Cardinals were taking on the New York Jets.
CJ are I are making the best out of moving down here, away from our family and friends, and trying to carve a nitch into our new State.
We bond over football and hot dogs, chant "Rise up Red Sea", and revel over the Cardinals win. We take a bike taxi back to the car and chat with a guy who is also a transplant, but from NY.

We find that we'll make it through this move together here in our new hometown.