Sent my fifth book for printing yesterday: Path of Petroglyphs: Symbols for the ages. It's about a bikecore journey from Minneapolis to Jeffers Petroglyphs, to Pipestone, across the Sandhills, down the Front Range, up the Arkansas River, over Pancho Pass, down the Rio Grande (Tres Piedras, Los Alamos, Jemez) to Albuquerque then through the pueblos and El Malpais, across the divide and into Arizona, down the Coronado Trail, to the heights of six different mountain ranges in Southeast Arizona (Pinalenos, Chiricahuas, Dragoons, Huachucas, Patagonias, and the Santa Rita), to the low desert, and then eventually to below sea level, the underworld. I saw my route as its own petroglyph, a path across time and place. I met several of you along the way, we are everywhere, but it was at the Slabs where I mostly saw everyone from here and you're in the book. Trigger warning is simply that this was somewhat of a spiritual journey. I was agnostic but met a lot of Christians and had a message for them, basically to get out of the clouds and be present in truth. From the book: "The people they served wanted truth now, their stomachs wanted truth."
Anyway, this is my proof copy and I'll probably find more edits when I see it on paper. Yeah, I found a big error. Somehow a block of text dropped from my clipboard right into the middle of a paragraph. It's pretty obvious and starts on page 172, it's a current story about a little boy getting sick... Don't know how I missed it. I'll see what I can do to upload the corrected version.
Anyway, this is my proof copy and I'll probably find more edits when I see it on paper. Yeah, I found a big error. Somehow a block of text dropped from my clipboard right into the middle of a paragraph. It's pretty obvious and starts on page 172, it's a current story about a little boy getting sick... Don't know how I missed it. I'll see what I can do to upload the corrected version.