Hiking in a Murica

In honor of the Daily Posts keyword, I thought I would share some sights from the trail. I’m an avid hiker blessed with hearty feet, brave spirit, and good shoes. There’s nothing like a good 10-15 mile day hike to arouse the old senses.

There are some pretty amazing sights on this oversized continent and I am lucky to have seen many of them. Here’s a few:


Searching for a trail marker in the Badlands of South Dakota, I stumbled upon this. It was no doubt put there by a tripping existentialist with no regard to the tiny ecosystems destroyed by their witty gesture.


This was shot while hiking the Devil’s Trail in Moab Utah. The Arches National Park remains one of my favorite places on earth. Every time I walked through one of those gigantic archways, I imagined myself crossing through a Stargate into another equally stunning and strange dimension.

The best time to hike Moab is in the Spring. The blooming desert flowers are intoxicating in their lush beauty, in stark contrast to the dry cracked earth that surrounds them.



This was a curious site I stumbled upon while hiking outside of Jackson Hole Wyoming. The elk there were protected and I’ve never been able to figure out what circumstance would have caused a pile of amputated elk legs to be left out in the open to rot. Another one of life’s strange mysteries I reckon. I just hope someone or some animal enjoyed eating the rest of those majestic creatures.



These are morel mushrooms gathered on the side of a mountain while hiking in the Cascades of Oregon. They were enjoyed atop freshly caught rainbow trout, steamed in foil over an open fire. The taste lingers to this day, calling me back that little slice of heaven in the wilderness.



Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail in Oregon, I came to this clearing to find an abandoned homestead, literally in the middle of nowhere. I imagined a time long ago when a hearty soul cleared this piece of woodland and got their water from this stream. Ah, the stories this old cabin could tell.



Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians sang the lines:

Philosophy is a walk on slippery rocks

Religion is a smile on a dog

Hiking the trails of this beautiful country make me appreciate those lines.


and Happy Trails…





About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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5 Responses to Hiking in a Murica

  1. Great pics…weird about the elk legs?! Thanks for posting Phil 🙂


  2. Sheryl says:

    I agree weird about the Elk legs, I once found a neatly severed half rabbit in the back of our yard… its completely fenced in and in the middle of a city.


  3. E. J. Walker says:

    Inspiring pictures and commentary. Made me pull out maps and start checking the calendar.

    Liked by 1 person

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