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Deconstructing America, from #RVA to #Flagstaff.

gunsarenottheproblem:

Priorities.  (Taken from CDC data.)

New infographic I made.

gunsarenottheproblem:

Priorities.  (Taken from CDC data.)

New infographic I made.

Yesterday Lisa and I hiked Mt. Humpreys, the tallest mountain in Arizona.  We reached the summit at 12,633 feet and stood amidst blowing clouds, where the air is so thin that we both got dizzy and disoriented.  Definitely the hardest hike I’ve attempted yet. 

Next up, a serious overnight Grand Canyon trip, all the way to the river.

This coming weekend, I hike the tallest mountain in Arizona, Humphreys Peak.  The thin air (12,633 ft above sea level) and the steep incline aren’t going to be easy.

As part of my preparation, I hiked Mt. Kendrick yesterday.  The view from the peak, just underneath the clouds, was pretty beautiful.  On a clearer day, you can just barely see Grand Canyon in the distance. 

As soon as I began my descent, it started pouring hail.  Quite a strange experience to be sweating in a balmy 75 degrees and have ice pouring out of the sky.  On the way down the mountain, a bear crossed over the path ahead of me.  A truly surreal but magical day.

The little cabin atop Kendrick Mountain.

Tagged with:  #flagstaff  #az  #arizona  #humphreys  #hike  #wildflowers
This girl has a big ole chunk of my <3.

This girl has a big ole chunk of my <3.

Room 314As I passed Flagstaff&#8217;s Motel 6, I saw the door of 314 sitting ajar.  Standing in the parking lot below the railing were two police officers with AR-15s pointed at the door.  Three more officers in vests with pistols drawn crept along the wall toward the room.  I was on the clock and could not stop to film.The next day, the door still stands open, as though the world froze.  I assume that I will never be sure what happened.

Room 314
As I passed Flagstaff’s Motel 6, I saw the door of 314 sitting ajar.  Standing in the parking lot below the railing were two police officers with AR-15s pointed at the door.  Three more officers in vests with pistols drawn crept along the wall toward the room.  I was on the clock and could not stop to film.

The next day, the door still stands open, as though the world froze.  I assume that I will never be sure what happened.

Tagged with:  #314  #flagstaff  #arizona  #az
The only wise thing ever done after a bottle of Kraken.

The only wise thing ever done after a bottle of Kraken.

Tagged with:  #kraken  #rum
Joon &amp; NeinNein managed to get through a broken screen and disappear two nights ago.  Searches of the property came up empty.  By last night, I had begun to prepare myself to never see him again.  I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs just in case he found his way back, but knew that if he hadn&#8217;t returned by morning, there would be much less hope that he ever would.This is how I began thinking of Joon.She was with me the very first time I saw Nein in a trailer park 20 miles south of Richmond.  She held him in a blanket all the way home, trying to calm him down.  I loved Joon more than I could even begin to say.  Our two-year relationship was often difficult and complicated, but the love and respect I had for that woman was one of the most powerful things I&#8217;ve ever known.
- - - -Halfway through the night I woke up to the hallucination of Nein tapping on the glass door panel.  When I opened the door, nothing was there.  I&#8217;d had these same momentary hallucinations after Joon left the city, catching glances of someone who wasn&#8217;t there.  Someone who should be there.  I went back to sleep on the couch.- - - -My relationship with Joon ended when she told me that she would be healthier without me&#8230; that too much had passed between us for us to make it.  I accepted this.  She demanded I fight for her, that I fight her for her.  I said that I wouldn&#8217;t, that I truly wanted what was best for her.  She left, and I have not talked to her in more than 4 years at her request.  I actually saw her only once, a fleeting moment in an art gallery before I turned around and walked out.- - - - My fitful sleep on the couch led me into a momentary dream&#8230; an image, really.  I was sitting at a desktop computer and a screen came up.  I was logged in to every single one of Joon&#8217;s online resources - email, blog, Facebook.  I realized that I could now know all about her life, as I have wished all this time since she&#8217;s been gone.  Her art training in Manhattan, her time in Germany, her friends, her lovers.- - - -I woke to a noise at the door.  I peered through the window, over the couch I was lying on to see Nein.  He had returned.  I opened the door and let him in 30 seconds before a thunder crack that shook the whole house signaled the start of a monsoon rain.- - - -In the morning, I have Nein here with me, and an ever-growing list of people that I once cared dearly for, but cannot speak to.  This will have to do.

Joon & Nein

Nein managed to get through a broken screen and disappear two nights ago.  Searches of the property came up empty.  By last night, I had begun to prepare myself to never see him again.  I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs just in case he found his way back, but knew that if he hadn’t returned by morning, there would be much less hope that he ever would.

This is how I began thinking of Joon.

She was with me the very first time I saw Nein in a trailer park 20 miles south of Richmond.  She held him in a blanket all the way home, trying to calm him down.  I loved Joon more than I could even begin to say.  Our two-year relationship was often difficult and complicated, but the love and respect I had for that woman was one of the most powerful things I’ve ever known.

- - - -

Halfway through the night I woke up to the hallucination of Nein tapping on the glass door panel.  When I opened the door, nothing was there.  I’d had these same momentary hallucinations after Joon left the city, catching glances of someone who wasn’t there.  Someone who should be there.  I went back to sleep on the couch.

- - - -

My relationship with Joon ended when she told me that she would be healthier without me… that too much had passed between us for us to make it.  I accepted this.  She demanded I fight for her, that I fight her for her.  I said that I wouldn’t, that I truly wanted what was best for her.  She left, and I have not talked to her in more than 4 years at her request.  I actually saw her only once, a fleeting moment in an art gallery before I turned around and walked out.

- - - -

My fitful sleep on the couch led me into a momentary dream… an image, really.  I was sitting at a desktop computer and a screen came up.  I was logged in to every single one of Joon’s online resources - email, blog, Facebook.  I realized that I could now know all about her life, as I have wished all this time since she’s been gone.  Her art training in Manhattan, her time in Germany, her friends, her lovers.

- - - -

I woke to a noise at the door.  I peered through the window, over the couch I was lying on to see Nein.  He had returned.  I opened the door and let him in 30 seconds before a thunder crack that shook the whole house signaled the start of a monsoon rain.

- - - -

In the morning, I have Nein here with me, and an ever-growing list of people that I once cared dearly for, but cannot speak to.  This will have to do.

Sweet new kicks.

Sweet new kicks.

Tagged with:  #shoes  #kicks  #new shoes