Going Alone

Hi Eric, I'm glad to hear that you are finding Going Alone interesting and that you are inspired to get outdoors. Temperance is a daily...

I failed to go to the desert today. Instead, I allowed my daily life to hold me close and keep me near. Perhaps though, this is not a bad...

Imagining the worst, even from events which are nearly the least. My name is Kurt Bell. You can learn more about The Good Life in my book...

Sharing the less than successful results of a second morning testing the Objective of #Audience. My name is Kurt Bell. You can learn more...

Sharing my results of the first Monday using my new Good Life Objective, “Audience”. My name is Kurt Bell. You can learn more about The...

Exploring a new objective to use in managing the many thoughts which crowd my mind demanding time and attention. My name is Kurt Bell....

Recounting an anecdote from Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment and the moral implications of not fearing God. My name is Kurt Bell. You...

Reading from Going Alone and the chapter My muse is a corpse. My name is Kurt Bell. You can learn more about The Good Life in my book...

Discovering that my dog may have eaten poison and working to control my emotional reaction and stay focused on helping to ensure my dog...

The principle of The Pirate Ride suggests that free will is an illusion created by our seeming sense of the options which life presents...

During a discussion with a coworker today I realized I had said too much. It would have been better if I had left off speaking after my...

My daughter has begun to produce art for my book Going Alone. She came with me to the desert recently to experience firsthand the...

My daughter Emily joined me on this trip after I hired her to draw a map and various illustrations for use with the Going Alone and The...

While Emily works to enliven the wastes below the bridge, I relate the final chapter of Going Alone, which both acknowledges and...

My daughter joins me at Siberia to learn about the ruins and guess at the stories of the lives which were once lived at this place and...

En route to Siberia ghost town, I’ve stopped for shelter within the skeletal remains of a Route 66 gas station. The wind today is hard...

I'd left Siberia ghost town as the sun went down, departing for a four-hour motorcycle ride into the desert night; with hot wind at my...

On a windy, blustery day alone in the East Mojave Desert I stood and walked and talked and remembered and recounted and critiqued again...

Every chapter I write in the desert has a character and distance about it which I could not capture anywhere but within a void. There is...

The Path of Wildness is easy to find... It is the course of a stream, and a beast's track through the woods; leaves blown in the wind,...