We crossed over Tehachapi as usual toward the great Mojave Desert.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
I perused faithfully Trib columnist and runner (and editor) Farin Montanez’s writing of her trip to the Northern Mojave and Death Valley in the February 19th edition and immediately became homesick.
The Australian commercial for Bacardi Rum was being filmed outside. As the cameras rolled the main actor walks next to a murky stream and suddenly sees a crocodile.
A year ago on this day, after 28 days in the hospital, I stepped gingerly (with a walker) onto our driveway and traversed, ever so slowly, the distance to the front door and ultimately the couch.
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 conversing over a campfire and learning to appreciate the deser
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. I was just a kid (again) with thoughts of riding around old Madera on my bike.