Category: How Cool Is This!


The day-hikes guidebook I co-authored with Stephen Mauro, AMC’s Best Day Hikes Near Washington, DC (Appalachian Mountain Club Books, 2011) is now available! You can find it in stores, or order it online at the AMC’s website (link in title above), Amazon.com, or Barnes&Noble.com.

Update: E-book editions are ready to rock — and walk! I’m proud to say that AMC chose our book as one of the ten inaugural titles to launch their new e-book venture. Kindle version. Nook version.

Here’s an essay I wrote a few years ago. Thought you might like it. 🙂

Rosa Parks Redux

For much of the time I worked as a D.C. tour guide, I lived downtown, and — thanks to Washington’s clean, convenient Metrorail subway — didn’t actually need a car to get where I needed to go. On the other hand, one difficulty that we guides often faced (until recently) was early meeting times on the weekends, when the Metrorail didn’t open until 8:00 a.m.. (It was one of our pet peeves, and you bet we loved to gripe about it amongst ourselves!)

Thus it happened one Saturday morning, several years ago, that I needed to take a city bus to get to my meeting point by 8:00. I can’t recall now just where I was headed –- somewhere in Georgetown, I think — but I walked five blocks to Independence Avenue and caught the even 30’s bus line toward the northwestern end of town.

For 7:15 on a Saturday morning, it seemed to me that quite a lot of people were aboard, and there was no seat available anywhere in the bus. So I squeezed Continue reading

Petroglyphs near Chloride, AZ

Petroglyphs near Chloride, AZ

Chloride, Arizona…population 352…about 30 miles and half a world away from us here in Kingman. Nary a stoplight, no gas station, and only a convenience-store market, mostly filled with cheap souvenirs made in China.

It bills itself as a ghost town, a former mining mecca (which it apparently is – its name comes from the silver chloride ore found locally by prospectors).  They’ve built a faux old-timey town square, and every Saturday at high noon there’s a “gunfight” in the street.  (This past week, it was the Wild Roses troupe of sassy gun molls in rags and Colt .45s.) Continue reading