My family and I are slowly making are way back to So Cal. We're taking a little R&R at some wonderful campsites along the coasts of Washington, Oregon and California. Though I'm much more of a desert and mountain man, the sea definitely fills me with a sense of longing. It beckons me to explore and journey on. And, for some unexplained reason, I need that feeling right now.


I tried to put myself in the head of an early pioneer travelling West from the East. I could see why they named this eerie, but beautiful place the "Badlands".


Crazy Horse, the Che Guevarra for the American Indians. The Crazy Horse Monument in South Dakota had a really good spiritual, calming effect on me. I felt really at peace there. Mt. Rushmore made me feel uncomfortable, tabloidish and unsure of myself. Why is that?