Five gallons. Frozen solid. The jug responded to my foot with a solid thud, and I gave it a determined look as numb fingers lit my first cigarette of the day. The icy desert sunrise began its languid march over the snow-capped ridge to the east, and the dawn air bit hard. Breakfast – and… Read more

Geckos. Another green belly crawls over the planks of the patio – sparkling and blotted in vibrant red – and a nearby rooster cries cock-a-doodle-doo, totaling nine for the last two minutes. Solar rays are overbearing on Kauai – the Garden Isle – and the sound of crashing waves – barely a hundred yards off… Read more