After being gob smacked by the beauty of the Wallowa Mountains, but disappointed in the opportunities for sound recording, it was time to head south. My first stop was in the Blue Mountains, west of La Grande. The rugged peaks of the Wallowas smoothed into rounded pine-covered mountains surrounding meadows and small streams. I found […]
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Among the many wonders to be found in southeastern Arizona is Aravaipa Canyon. The heart of this isolated canyon shadows Aravaipa Creek, with about 12 miles of it being included in the Aravaipa Canyon Wilderness. It’s a lush canyon, with permanent water, and home to a huge variety of wildlife. I’ve visited and written about
Ok, it’s been a ridiculously long time since I’ve posted anything, much less some new content. But I’m finally getting caught up with various writing and recording projects so it’s time to get back in the blogging game. Like everyone else, my schedule was turned upside down by Covid-19. I work from home and I’m
Rolling like thunder Read More »
Last fall I moved from southeastern Arizona to northern Nevada. As part of the move, I incorporated a recording excursion that included southern Arizona, western New Mexico, southern Colorado, southern Utah and eastern Nevada. Part of the reason I chose that path was to stop by Quemado Lake in western New Mexico. This is a
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Thunderstorms are the ultimate in chaotic systems, and this years monsoon has been a good example of that. Some parts of southern Arizona have received plenty of rain and are green and lush. Others have received too much rain too fast, resulting in flash floods. And other places, like my neighborhood, have been watching these
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I took a rather indirect route from Tucson to northern Nevada to help my dad celebrate his birthday this summer, starting in New Mexico, staying a couple of nights in northern Arizona, then southern Utah and finally central Nevada (see Mountain Melody) before driving the final stretch. My route home was almost as indirect (see
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