Box Canyon Blog

We are comfortably boondocked next to an old corral in the well-bouldered foothills of the Catalina Mountains. A mere stone’s-throw from camp, the 50 Year Trail meanders by.

According to Craig Childs research in his latest book, “Atlas Of A Lost World,” people were migrating to North America before they even knew it existed. Why?

It takes only a couple of (slightly boring) hours to drive from Katherine’s Landing on Lake Mohave to Lake Havasu State Park

(Jan. 18, 2019) — We enjoyed the adventure, “adventure” meaning any endeavor that involves unknown outcomes. There’s just something soul-quenching about pumping through deep powder, scanning snowcapped mountains and hearing nothing but solitude.

(Dec. 20, 2018) — You might say Osage Beach is Caleb and Kelli’s “Summer Home,” as they spend a good deal of the off-season back in Colorado. Kelli’s loving parents and business partners, Jim and Joyce, co-own Osage Beach Rv Park.

(Dec. 12, 2018) — Son, Caleb, and Dotter-in-law, Kelli, are back in Lovely Ouray for a few (actually, Quite a few) weeks. So we are having some outdoor fun with them as they try to re-aclimate from sea level to 8 to 13 thousand feet.

(Nov. 29, 2018) — Whew! I’m feeling a tad Road-Rashed, Jet-Lagged and Whiplashed. Nevertheless, I’m back in the saddle of my comfy chair, tho it creaks from the ten extra pounds I gained over a weeklong Thanksgiving Family Food Fest/Reunion in Toledo, Ohio.

(Nov. 9, 2018) — What with generators, dust, and the late night comings and goings of obnoxious diesel engines and exhaust fumes, well, camp Virgin was getting a little too crowded, too noisy and too busy.

(Nov. 6, 2018) — Today, 1984 is a half-century in the past. Most of my life’s sand lies spent at the bottom of the “hourglass,” and it’s hard to say how much remains on top. I feel like I’m in the “Bonus Round” of some TV gameshow, and I just keep on winning against the odds. I never planned on living this long, but who am I to argue with the gods?

(Oct. 23, 2018) — Ah, another glorious summer in Lovely Ouray has sifted through the hourglass of our time on earth. The breeze has noticeably stiffened after flipping a 180. It meanders down from cooler climes in the arctic Northwest…cold enough that I should slip on some long pants. But I don’t.

(Oct. 16, 2018) — A couple weeks ago, before our prolonged and lovely fall ebbed toward winter’s harsh reality, Leon and I decided we better wrap up the finale of our 2018 Summer Edition of races up Log Hill. The winner would claim bragging rights, while the loser would have to endure the aftertaste of defeat all winter long.

(Oct. 9, 2018) — The Weehawken Trailhead couldn’t be more than a couple/three miles from our front door. I only hike Weehawken in the fall nowadays, ever since I got bit by a mosquito on that trail a few years back. You can’t go wrong in early October, though. No bugs and fiery aspen and oak brush leaves.

(Oct. 5, 2018) — Anticipation overtakes Gratitude this time of year. Days fall from the calendar in swirls, like spent autumn leaves. We are readying the welcome mat for both a change of scene and routine. Just like a proper photograph needs contrast, so does life in Lovely Ouray.

(Oct. 4, 2018) — Fall came mid-September this year, early by a couple weeks. But aspen and oak brush colors have been in a brilliant and beautiful holding pattern. I wish I could say the same for the forecast, as today is the first of 10 to 12 days of rain, then snow, followed by more rain and dismal grey clouds that tend to suffocate needy outdoor types. Could be the time has come to bail Goldie out of jail.

(Sept. 7, 2018) — Stretching both my legs and the limits of a senescent memory on a lonely Woods Lake trail, I recalled how, even as a child, it never took long to outgrow my front yard and neighborhood. I must have been four or five when we moved to an almost new tract-home on La Mirada street in south Phoenix.

(March 2, 2018) — Temperatures below Arid-zona’s equator eventually tumbled into the “tolerable” range, enough that we stumbled south from red rocks to Sonoran desert. The landscapes between megapolis Phoenix and crossroads Palominos are my childhood stomping grounds.

(Jan. 22, 2018) — I’ve been to places of incomprehensible beauty…in driving snow when flashes of lightning shuddered the atmosphere…quiet nights perched below immaculate stars.

(Nov. 13, 2017) — Utah’s portion of the Colorado Plateau is a vast land born of oceans, sandy desert and violent uplifts.

(Sept. 7, 2017) — We’ve been lucky this summer. Up till the past week or so, southwest Colorado has not been subjected to most of the haze and smoke from infernos north and west of here.

(Sept. 6, 2017) — Less than 40 hours after a 14,150 foot Sneffels summit, two perfectly rational alpine hikers make the irrational decision to take on a nine-mile hike.


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