Yesterday the winds in Flagstaff were apocolyptic. I’ve never seen anything like that here before. Makes me think something is coming…hold on to your hats…something big is coming. The apathy of winter has been swept away. Change is in the air; change you can believe in!

I miss the wild already. I washed my balls in a river just two days ago and it seems like weeks. I love how slow the days are out there - spending the morning with a hot cup of tea and oats, watching the moon roll under the canyon walls towering in all directions. Days spent hiking, eating tortillas with almond butter, playing in the river, talking to lizards, and forever pointing up, saying, “holy shit, look at that!” Evenings spent collecting sage and cooking up rice, huddling under warm blankets, talking, listening, between nips of whiskey from the flask I smuggled into Utah.

We camped just a few miles from the famous Kolob Arch, the largest in the world - pictured above. The waterfall pictured is so thin, the water evaporates before it hits the bottom. All that’s left is a little mist, which creates a mossy wonderland of sorts.

I can’t wait to get back out there. It’ll be a good summer.

I just finished my Noise article on Hunger Awareness Week. It was a tad late because I waited to interview Bill Aal, founder of Community Alliance for Global Justice. Hopefully Chuck finds a spot for it in April’s issue.