To those who have shared a campsite with this desert rat — especially my gal, my son, and my Madera friends — I hope you remember special times con
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
One of this guide’s favorite canyons is Echo in the Funeral Mountains.
“When I would see you at the Fruit Basket for breakfast?” I asked the old man with a cane.
My meandering with dogs started when I was a youngster growing up on the corner of Dellavalle and Rush streets.
Finally, school was out. It was mid-June, and I would be a big senior at Madera High when classes started again. It was time for summer fun.