video game developer, reluctant transcendentalist, and all around walking contradiction.
Today puts me en route to Deep Creek Hot Springs. Which, you may be disappointed to read, are little more than a ring of rocks encircling
Crossing the San Gorgonio River
My sun hat isn't much help. Without vegetation, the bare ground bounces the sun back in my face like a mirror. It's
In the days before my flight out I am nervous and jittery, like I've had eight coffees. Despite planning and training for months, the
It's a mess of my own making
I’m sitting on a beach chair in the guest room of my parents' house, surrounded by a trash heap of cardboard boxes