A Case of Tecate Blues (or "The Ballad of the Champagne Ranger")

Hank and I made it down to Guerrero Negro just in time to catch the last boat of the season.  The good news is we had this mommy and baby ballena all to ourselves.

Twenty-third Psalm Major Domo, Reserve me a Table for Two

I must say, it feels really good to be back in the desert after spending the summer out East... 

Spiders, Why Did it Have to be Spiders (and Also, Snakes)

Now, I've lived amongst the grizzlies in the frozen Northland, I've slept with scorpions in the desert, and I've seen the dragons of the malarial isles, but nowhere else have I found such inhospitable wildlife as in the hospitality state.  Name a kingdom, phylum, and order and I'll name something from southern Mississippi that will try to kill you.

Adios California: Big Trees and Big Foots

Colby (an old friend from Washington) stands in front of General Sherman, in Sequoia National Park.  The General is over two thousand years old and the largest living thing on Earth (if we're not counting clonal organisms, and we're not.)

Here There be Dragons, Part I: "Wonderfully UnWholesome Climes"

 Just got back from a trip to the East Indies with my buddy Hank.  In Java, we met up with Hank's friend, Bryan, an ex-pat who teaches English when he's not playing gamelan music.  Everywhere we went, people wanted to take our picture.  I'm not sure if it's just cause we were bule (foreigner, also: albino) or because I was travelling with "Mr. Harry Potter."

The Crown Jewel (or "Farewell, King Solomon")

On the road again, this time with a travelling companion.  Say hello to Jeanette.  Jeanette's from the New Orleans area, but got her start at Mt. Rushmore.

CSI: King Salmon

Finally wrapped up training in King Salmon with our wildlife forensics class.  Here's me showing off my perfect cast of the 'perpetrator's' ATV tire.

The Daily Grind

 

Let me tell you a little about my job...

In Which I am Visited by an Old Friend, and Adventure Ensues

Why look, it's my old friend, DJ Relativity, who stopped by as part of his whirlwind tour of the country.  We went down to burro wash for a day hike.

Squeeeeeeal Like a Pig!

As per usual, I spent all Sunday playing with myself, and I thought I'd share the results.  (um...gosh I hope you can see the video.)

Now How Come He Don't Write?

Patrolling the Hall's Creek narrows.  Hey, is this the first pic of me in uniform?

Hurricane Ridge

Here's me on Hurricane Ridge on one of my days off.

And here some deer take shelter under the Ski Patrol chalet.