As a general rule, I try to avoid situations where one wrong step could send me plummeting to my death.  But hey, rules are made to be broken, right?  And so on a recent Monday afternoon atop a canyon just outside of Zion National Park I leaned myself against a near vertical face of rock…

I was never a dog person growing up.  We never had dogs.  We had a cat.  Her name was Star and I did care for her, but in the sort of way that a mother might still care for their child even after learning that said child has been possessed by Satan himself.  The sort…