Visited my brother earlier this year. He showed us around the Bay (Baker Beach, Fisherman’s Wharf, Marin Headlands—the works). Our time together flew by faster than a BART locomotive. Sort of like 2017.
This is a shout out to sleep-deprived dads (and moms), especially to those who’ve been awake most of the night comforting a cranky baby or tending to sick kids. For parents with little ones, sleep is practically a barterable commodity. If it were possible, we’d all get together like a mountain man rendezvous, trying to trade a few packs of gummy snacks and dryer lint cash for a few hours of uninterrupted REM sleep. When I was a single man, I took sleep for granted. But I also wanted to eventually get married and have children. So on the other end of the spectrum, I understand there are people longing to start a family, and some who aren’t presently able to do so would give up a whole lot to make that a reality. Laying that all aside, I would go back and punch my bachelor counterpart in the face, give him an ice pack, then tell him to enjoy his good night’s rest. I now leave you with a verse of dad poetry.
A day off at home for a family man with six kids
Is probably different than a bachelor without a daughter or son:
On a quiet wintry morning the single man blissfully sleeps with closed eye lids
While the dad, in silent repose, gets jumped by a kid with a Lego gun.
While Boundary Peak, located in Esmeralda County on the Nevada-California line, is the tallest point in Nevada (at 13,147 feet), it shares its glory with the Golden State’s Montgomery Peak (13,441). Wheeler Peak, however, is the tallest peak entirely within Nevada. Located in White Pine County and Great Basin National Park, it stands at 13,065 feet above sea level. That’s pretty cute compared to taller ranges in North America, but in its own right, Wheeler is impressive enough, having a topographical prominence of over 7,000 feet.
My wife and I have been talking about making a summer visit to Great Basin National Park and Wheeler Peak to hike up to the bristlecone pines. Hopefully we can do it this year.
For my fellow geeks out there, for the sketch, I used a Pilot G-2 gel pen (because I like to keep it real) and a small Moleskine Cahir notebook. If you have any tips or outdoor destinations you’d like to share with me, feel free to comment.
Every now and again my job brings me through Wyoming. As I said in a previous pen scratching post, stationary, inanimate objects are easy and rewarding to hammer out with some free time. My sketching is the Moleskine equivalent of drawing on a napkin or, perhaps, on a high quality sheet of toilet paper (such as acid-free, archival toilet paper, which I am making up but is probably a thing).
The landscapes of the high desert are monotonous to the cynical observer but will yield plenty of discoveries for the those who cast a second glance.
Green River rests in the southwest region of the Equality State, where sage, rolling hills, alkali and weathered rock edifices mix. There is a quiet uniqueness found in this region. The landscapes of the high desert are monotonous to the cynical observer but will yield plenty of discoveries for the those who cast a second glance. Traveling through this country, the hours which pass while driving in a car are nothing to the weeks and months it took in a wagon pulled by oxen on the old emigrant trails.
While our pioneering predecessors were much more agrarian than we generally are today, I’m sure they still paused at times to take in the beauty found in the land upon which they slowly but steadily traveled. Yes, I’m sure they took in the beauty, sighed, and prepared to throw out of the wagon what remaining heavy belongings they had which may have encumbered their beasts of burden on the next steep hill.