Continued from Where the Buffalo Roam: As Mel and I made our way to the trailhead leading to camp and dusk began our fourth night in the canyon, the wind sent thick clouds of dust swirling around us. We didn’t know it at the time, but Mountain Cedar season and the cotton harvest were both…

I’ve always hoped I’d do whatever it takes to protect myself and those around me when faced with a fearful or threatening situation, but how would I really know? Its not every day we have the opportunity to evaluate our limits, but on a recent trek in Caprock Canyon Mel and I were given that…

Outside of mission trips when Mel was young and some layovers traveling to and from Peru neither of us had spent a significant amount of time in Mexico, so when our good friend Roberto was getting hitched we didn’t miss our chance. Roberto scooped us up when we arrived in his home town of Puebla….