Ropes soaked rain-wet stretch taut across the back of the beast and secure its burden. Traversed alongside the great mountain, a narrow path winds towards the summit. Loosed pebbles dance over the edge of the road and skitter into the…
Abyssinnia
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With Antony at Actium
The sun sat shadowed in a cloud of dust as we waited to march toward the sea. Ahead the trumpets blared the triumph march. The drumbeat of boots matched our thumping hearts. Mounted leaders adorned with pallid glory portend: War…
Happy New Year
After the New Year we sailed our sandbikes along down the gulf where we hung around the landfill plinking rats with pellet rifles. The rats are the size of kittens so they make good targets. We found this place at…