A Dash from the Coast

First off, I think we should define terms: just as one man’s treasure is another man’s trash, one man’s perilous adventure is another man’s lark. Such is the case with my brother and me, or, just to make Mom cringe, my brother and I. He was the one who, at 3 years-old, I believe, climbed…

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A Palace of Liquid Crystal

A Palace of Liquid Crystal One winter day I hiked to the top of the San Rafael Reef from the mouth of Black Dragon Wash. It was raining and the cloud-base was low – about halfway down the reef. I climbed into falling snow as I approached the top. Nothing to see up there but…

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The Other Point of Espionage

Storming the Castle Lyle and I watched the Sun set a mere 98 million miles beyond the Atlantic Ocean. We watched from the west coast of Portugal, where we were camping on the beach. The broken-off bow of an old ship lay grounded in the sand about 50 yards off-shore. It was June 1978. We…

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THE TACHYCARDIA TRAIL, Part II

THE TACHYCARDIA TRAIL, Part II Two Sides to Every Coin Brian “Grumpy” Jensen  So live your life that the fear of death never enters your heart. “Chief Tecumseh” “What in the hell to do mean you don’t have your meds with you?!” I was awestruck to hear this reply back from my friend. Scot had…

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Tunneling for Education’s Sake

Tunneling for Education’s Sake We started tunneling through our Elementary School in the Fifth Grade – Mr. Adams’ class. Everyone at school knew there were rectangular holes in the top of the classroom coat closets. But it wasn’t until Fifth Grade that David and Lyle and I decided it was time to climb up through…

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Operation Desert Shield

Git ‘er Done! There we were, Desert Shield, gearing up for Desert Storm. Several States’ National Guards had deployed Air Refueling Tankers to England. We ferried and refueled a lot of go-to-war assets into the Mid-East from there. One day, as an eight-tanker flight, we ferried a large package to the Sandbox. We flew across…

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THE TACHYCARDIA TRAIL

Where Did I Leave That Fire? Neko Case I owe Brian for hiking my butt up the Tachycardia Trail. We named it after a bout of tachycardia that hit me while he and I were deployed somewhere with our Air Refueling Unit in 1999. It ended my flying career that year and my military career…

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Tuna For Lunch

TUNA FOR LUNCH August 1982 I think probably everybody who runs the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon stops to look at Crystal Rapid before running it (except maybe three certain guys in a dory in 1983 – “The Emerald Mile”). Crystal has earned that distinction. We were four kayakers. Eight others in our group…

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