My life in 28 pounds

I traffic in words, and yet words sometimes seem wholly inadequate to convey an experience. Yet I owe it to myself to try. I recently returned from my third journey to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I made the trek in 2008 and again in 2012. This time was different. This time, no mules carried my supplies. Instead, I carried a backpack containing 28 pounds of everything I would need for four days and three nights. This time, no Phantom Ranch cabin awaited at the bottom. This time, I journeyed into a more remote part of the Canyon. This time, I had a guide.

Ah, possibility. Which spoke to choose? Words + art Almost all of us, whether involved in a creative endeavor or not, find concentration elusive these days. Even those blessed with circumstances that allow us to weather the pandemic in relative ease are not immune from the world’s collective grief. And that is a hard place... Continue Reading →

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