
Funny how a man and his mule can set out to find something – say a Creationist – and run in to something completely different – like a magnificent painter of album covers.
Some times, they’re the same man.

A Man. A Mule. America.

Funny how a man and his mule can set out to find something – say a Creationist – and run in to something completely different – like a magnificent painter of album covers.
Some times, they’re the same man.

March 9 marks the anniversary of my last day on my wagon voyage across America – the journey that became the Lost Sea Expedition series.
Most nights in my wagon, I wrote in my journal. Tonight, reading back over those entries here in my cabin in Western North Carolina, those notes seems like a missive from another era. Continue reading “The Last Wagon Journal Entry”
Time lapse of mule Polly and I crossing a cattle guard in the New Mexican desert. The cattle guard is made of railroad ties spaced about 9″ apart. That means Polly’s hooves would have fallen between gaps – the reason I had to unhook her and lead her around. For a while there, she had me pulling the wagon a spell on our voyage across America. Smart mule!

Happy New Year. The days are short and dark and I figured I’d toss you a critter from the Lost Sea Expedition series. This fellow is called an ammonite, a bright critter, perfect to brighten up your day a bit.

I grew up on a horse farm in North Carolina. Every Christmas Eve, my brother and I would stand on the back porch, after dark, and cock our ears toward the horse barn.
The barn was within earshot of the house. On a quiet night, you could hear the horses munching hay and moving quietly in their stalls. But that’s not what we were listing for.
Continue reading “Christmas Eve and the Animals are Talking”

Mule Polly and I traveled alone across America filming the Lost Sea Expedition series. But turning that footage in to a Rocky Mountain PBS series? Well, that took an Emmy award winning, paint slinging, web hosting team of producer, consultants, illustrator, audio engineer and web guys. Meet Julia, Will, Deni, Charlie, Chris, Christian and Keith.
The warnings were dire. Heading by wagon in to the South Dakota Badlands, folks told me, “your mule will catch the bubonic plague that’s killing the prairie dogs.”
Damn. I’m thinking 14th Century Black Death and here I am walking through it with my mule. Continue reading “Bubonic Prairie Dog Plague”

Missing some cash? The Lost Sea Expedition fundraiser has gone viral among dogs and they’ve been making unusually large number of cash donations. Please advise your pooch that what he/she heard about mule Polly sending them a premium (aka, mule apple, grass pie, manure) is purely rumor.
Okay, I’m kidding. But we sure appreciate those of you who smile and think, “hey, I love what you’re doing with the Lost Sea Expedition and want to chip in a few bucks.” Here’s how you can do that. Just hit that yellow button and we’ll take care of the rest.
Pets everywhere will thank you.
Thanks.

Ever wonder what it’s like to be swallowed by a sea monster? Yeah, that’s the stuff I wondered about as mule Polly and I walked day after week after month across the Great Plains on the Lost Sea Expedition.
Here’s an entry straight from my wagon travel log. Continue reading “Down the Hatch”

Hey June, here’s your Thank You note straight from mule Polly’s lips….er, muzzle! Your donation paid for a minute of audio engineering on the TV series. Try as we might, there are just some things we can’t make right with duct tape (and that’s a good thing…).