Bears Ears Monument Under New Attack, Chaffetz and Potus Prioritize Scrapping the Designation, Congress Votes to Limit Public Input on Process

February 8, 2017

Nomad Advocate

Each day brings a new attack on our public lands from those elected to office. Seem’s to be their number one priority: Scrapping our lands. In one day, yesterday (Tuesday), Utah Rep. Chaffetz met with tRump requesting the White House to actively oppose and work to reverse the Bears Ears Monument designation; Congress successfully voted to limit public input on the public land management process, and Patagonia announced they were pulling out of the twice-held trade show, Outdoor Retailer, because of last Thursdays push to sell 3.3 million acres of our public land. In just one day, a lot has happened.


First off, Rep. Chaffetz, the guy who recently pulled his anti-public lands bill from consideration and tweeting, “I hear you,” after the bill received a huge backlash, met with trump to encourage un-designating Bears Ears as a protected monument. As their “subject number one,” the two discussed the 1.35 million-acre…

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Best seat in the house.

January 29, 2017

Jack and I survey Husky Stadium on Saturday while we wait for Alex’s event to start at the UW Invitational.

Are You An Advocate or a Shit Stirrer? – Jamie Lynn Morgan

January 20, 2017

The work we do…

January 15, 2017

“The work we do, the work our souls direct us to do, is a continuation of journeys begun long ago. We are merely the current stewards of the vessel…”

How old is your soul?  I’ve long felt that much of our passions and our struggles are, to some extant, rooted in and driven by our souls. Specifically that part of our soul which we receive from others.  Wait…’receive from others’?  Yes. When most people die, I feel, their soul still has unfinished business.  Paintings not yet painted, lessons not yet imparted, loves not fully realized, struggles not yet overcome, demons not yet defeated.  I think that unfinished business is then tasked to a new user, a new crew for the vessel so to speak.  Bits and pieces of that soul are added to the fabric of a newer, younger (perhaps even unborn) host to continue some of that work.  I think some souls are ‘older’ than others and I’ve always been more strongly drawn to and connected to those special people who I encounter to seem to have ‘old souls’.

A photography friend of mine in Florida recently posted an image of her great grandmother. Before I even read her post, I was struck by the eyes in the photo. They were exactly like Kalebra’s eyes and my first thought was “she is rooted in those eyes”. In her post, Kalebra discussed how she was learning more about her great grandmother and was struck by the things they had in common (passions and struggles alike) and she wished she would have been able to know her.

I’ve had similar feelings about my Mom’s father (below), with whom I share quite a bit, eyes included.  Like me, he was a photographer and a cyclist and a man of varied interests.  I knew him when I was a boy, but he died when I was about 10. We were never really “buddies” the way I was with my Dad’s father. He had long been a smoker, and most of my memories of him were of a somewhat distant man weakened by emphysema. 

He worked on, among other things, the development and implementation of electric vehicles in the 1960’s while a Vice President for Western Pennsylvania Power. He was a tinkerer. He was a magnificent photographer. Though he lived his whole life in the east, he had a long love affair with the great American West, especially the desert southwest. His dramatic landscape series of Monument Valley and Arizona helped shape my visual aesthetic at a very early age.  My Mom has told me stories about how he loved to cycle, and often rode his bike dozens of hilly miles to and from Pittsburg.

When I was first getting into journalism, I had a story editor ask me for a list of 10 people I most wanted to interview. He clarified: “Can’t include Jesus or Hitler or Springsteen or Reagan  [it was 1982] …someone you connect with and want to know and have a better understanding of.”  My grandfather was in the middle of that list.  Over the years, that list changed and my grandfather kept getting closer to the top.  

I know that his is not the only soul which helps direct me, but I continue to feel his passions and his struggles moving the rudder more and more on this journey.

Here’s what I want to know: How old is your soul? What is the work that your soul directs you to do? How’s that coming?

Miles to go.

Word, belated

January 15, 2017

I meant to post this earlier in the year, but my timing has been ‘off’ more than usual lately.

Recently, my friend Rachel (@justmeactually) referenced a word (Thrive) which would be a sort of theme for her for the year ahead. I was quite taken with the idea. Partly because Thrive is the word I usually close our conversations with, a wish for healthy progress, fulfillment. But I also really liked the idea of having a bit of a yearly mantra to go with some of our daily ones. We have goal statements in therapeutic settings, mission statements in business settings…why not have a mindful theme to guide and remind us of our desired path?

I think my word for 2017 will be Recover. It was the first word I thought of when I read Rachel’s comment, and I think it is fitting for the year ahead in many ways.






January 2, 2017


The rest of the house is still fast asleep as I prepare for another day… 

December 3, 2016

The other day,  a friend reviewed some of my Twitter posts and wondered by I did daily #CharityMiles walks or rides for Crohns Disease and Colitis and Kelly Crabb.

Here’s why.

Becoming Visible: My Life with ‘Invisible Illness’
To this I add only a bit of Mr.  Bean:

(Yes,  Kelly.  You are awesome and you inspire me.  Daily. )

Conversations (I)

December 1, 2016

Special thanks to Robert Okaji and his @O at the Edges blog for exposing me to this.
All three of the cited poems are wonderful…

Translations from the English

Conversations (I)

I have to learn quiet again,
I told the yellow grass

By the library’s stone wall.
The sun shimmered,

Not understanding. November
Shrugged and disrobed.

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My Travels

November 22, 2016

Love this shot from Alex Pham…

Alex Pham

My Travels

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Leonard Cohen Has Left Us, But His Words Have Taught Us How to Carry On Without Him — Flavorwire

November 16, 2016

“Do not grieve like those who have no hope.” There couldn’t really be more profound symbolism to the death of one of the great symbolists of our age. Leonard Cohen — poet, singer, writer, polymath — is gone, and his death has come in the same week that America, his adopted home, elected a president […]

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