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I’m a day late on posting this, mostly because I belatedly decided to add some Facebook memories photos, which featured a North Rim of the Grand Canyon trip that I wanted to include. I’m still heartbroken about those wildfires—the Dragon Bravo fire that took the lodge is still only 44% contained!

On Aug 11 2023,

…we spent the day exploring around the Isle of Skye, which was incredibly scenic. I’m glad Jen suggested adding it to our Scotland itinerary.

On Aug 11 2018,

…I caught an evening ASU practice. Looks like I ran into PJ and Adam from the Crafty Devils tailgate and a former player, Antonio Longino.

On Aug 11 2017,

…we did some exploring around the San Juan Islands in Puget Sound, WA.

On Aug 11 2013,

…I was in Ohio on a national park roadtrip I called #RustBeltRoadTrip. Funny enough, I’ll be revisiting many of those stops in a couple weeks with Jen. I also marked off the Indiana high point, which really solidified it as a quest.

On Aug 11 2012,

…I found myself in Iowa and Nebraska, visiting a state high point, two competing Jolly Green Giants, and a national park unit. I’d post photos from the day, but I apparently only posted them on twitter, and I’ve deleted all those posts after Elon took over. So—make sure you don’t rely on social media as a life archive!

On Aug 11 2011,

…I visited the North Rim of the Grand Canyon with my then-girlfriend, Laura. We were planning a Rim to Rim hike and wanted to hit a bit of the North Kaibab as a test run.

Man, I’m so bummed that wildfires have devastated this area, including burning the lodge and visitor center. The entire amazing forest shown here burned. What a loss.

Another pre-scheduled post while I’m traveling. I’m back home tomorrow.

Aug 10, 2023,

…we made our north towards Inverness, Scotland.

On Aug 10 2019

…we paddle Blue Ridge Reservoir and camped again on the Rim, enjoying this excellent sunset.

On Aug 10 2017,

…we found ourselves in Seattle. We toured a bunch of the standard tourist spots, adding in a number of stops focused on Pearl Jam, Nirvana, and Soundgarden history.

On Aug 10 2013,

…I found myself in Northern Ohio and Detroit. I wish I had more photos from this day accessible, but they’re either lost or in a random hard drive somewhere. I made it to Put-In-Bay (look at this view of Cedar Point, which was a real treat when I was a kid), trucked it up to River Raisin Battlefield, and stopped by my old house in Grosse Pointe Park, a suburb of Detroit. It was my first time back since moving away after 3rd grade.

Another pre-scheduled post! I’m in LA hanging with some friends.

On Aug 9, 2023,

…we explored some of the Scottish Highlands, with a focus on waterfalls. Look at all these cool places!

We also stopped by Doune Castle 🥥🥥 (iykyk).

I should mention that Jen’s mom and her close friend along for half of this Britain trip, one of the family trips we planned with each of our parents the last few years.

On Aug 2019,

…it was another camping trip on the Mogollon Rim, this featuring some cool ass clouds.

On Aug 9, 2024,

…my buddy was moving away and we made one last stop together at our old haunt, Paradise Lounge. (Yes, this one is out of order)

I’m en route to Los Angeles for the weekend, but managed to schedule this post ahead of time. Surprisingly, I’m somehow ahead of schedule on #Blaugust2025, which seems rather remarkable.

On Aug 8 2023,

…we did touristy things in Edinburgh, highlighted by the Castle and Royal Mile. It was the Fringe Festival, so we found a comedy show in an Irish pub in an archway tunnel under the Royal Mile. It was an especially fun way to mark off Scotland on our Irish Pub quest.

On Aug 8 2022,

…I was driving home through metro LA and stopped to mark off the Reagan Presidential Library and gravesite for my A Site for Each President quest, which features retired Air Force One and Marine One aircraft. Funny enough, I’ll be marking off the other LA-area presidential library tomorrow—the Nixon Library.

I was then able to catch up with a couple #ParkChat friends. (I’ll see Krista again this weekend, too).

On Aug 8 2015,

…I hiked up to the summit of Mount Ord to climb the fire tower.

I’ll likely miss the next three days of posts, as I’ll be traveling. But here are some photos from Aug 7 over the years.

On Aug 7 2023,

…we headed to London’s Kings Cross Station and took a train north to Edinburgh.

On Aug 7 2022,

…we camped in the Coast Range in California, stopped at a brewery to meet an internet parks friend (who was delayed and couldn’t make it in time), then I dropped Jen off at the SFO airport while I continued on to meet another internet parks friend. (Lemme know you’re an internet friend and want to meet up 😆).

On Aug 7 2019,

…I brought my dad up to Camp Tontozona, the famed ASU fall camp practice facility near the Mogollon Rim, to check out that year’s team. I had planned on heading up there again this week, but my current elevation restriction prevents it. Bummer.

I also dropped off camping gear at our favorite dispersed campsite on the Rim, in preparation for a group trip there the next morning.

On Aug 7 2021,

…no surprise, I was kayaking again.

On Aug 7 2016,

…I lounged around camp at Sunset Crater, enjoying the cool respite from the Phoenix heat.

On Aug 7 2013,

…I apparently rode some corn, as one does. 🤷‍♂️

And I finally found Waldo, too.

And danced with some silly rabbits.

Sneaking this post in before bedtime!

On Aug 2023,

…we visited Stonehenge…

…then Woodhenge…

…found a “futuristic” payphone…

…and some old graves.

On Aug 6 2022,

…we found some bear cubs climbing a tree….

…and found momma bear chowing down not too far away…

…and Paul Bunyan and Babe, too (not to mention Babe’s impressive ballsack).

On Aug 6 2016,

…we made the trek out to Grand Falls of the Little Colorado River, which is often misnamed as Chocolate Falls online. The water wasn’t flowing as much as preferred, but my buddy Matt hadn’t been and we were en route to camp in the area, so we went anyway.

On Aug 6 2011,

…I paddled on the Lower Salt River, a summer hobby I still do today (I still have that Vermilion Cliffs nalgene, too).

Just updated the Treasured Places quest list, which now includes 495 of America’s best protected public lands: every national park unit, national monument, and national conservation area in the country.

Who else wants to visit them all?

I’m going to keep this one shorter than the last few, so here are a few photos from just two prior August 5ths.

On Aug 5 2023,

…we spent the day in London doing touristy things, like Westminster Abbey. My favorite was the Churchill War Rooms though, which was fascinating. I still can’t believe they were tracking u-boat attacks using push pins on a bulletin board map. 🤯

On Aug 5 2019,

…I did another tour of the ASU football facility, in part to see the Tillman statue, but also to bring my dad so he could see everything.

Yesterday was packed, so I didn’t get to post this. But here it is.

On Aug 4 2023,

…we did some touristy things in London. The surprise of the day was running into our friend Erin, who happened to be visiting the city.

On Aug 4 2022,

…we camped in Redwoods State and National Park.

On Aug 4 2020,

…we took the “very long” home and drove the Devils Highway (formerly US666, but since renumbered to RT191) after camping in the White Mountains.

On Aug 4 2018,

…we drove back to Anchorage from Wrangell-St Elias National Park via Valdez, passing lots of great scenery.

On Aug 4 2017,

…I was named Time Magazine’s Man of the Year at a Big Lebowski bar.

This is post 4/30 for #Blaugust2025, and is a rundown of some photos I took on this day in previous years.

On Aug 3 2024,

…we found ourselves in London, on our first full day in the city during our England/Scotland/Wales trip. The primary stop this day was the famed British Museum. It’s an overwhelming place, of course, filled to the brim with artifacts from around the world.

We also stopped by the Bloomsbury Tavern, reportedly Britain’s oldest brewer (dating from 1698), for a quick pint.

On Aug 3 2022,

…we found ourselves in Oregon, enjoying a stop at the cavernous Rogue Brewing, followed by Yaquina Head Lighthouse and a relatively quiet Devils Punchbowl, plus a visit with some friends who had just moved to Oregon (sorry for the unexpected nipple tickle, Matt).

On Aug 3 2020,

…we spent the weekend camping at Big Lake in Arizona’s White Mountains. This was our first weekend away during the covid pandemic, and boy was it great to get away after soooo many months stuck at home.

We also made a number of short stops along the way, including to Arizona’s only covered bridge, the Town of Show Low (famously named after a card game that “won” the town for one of its players), and a yard full of metal art constructed from random parts. I was especially delighted to see this Teddy Roosevelt piece.

On Aug 3 2019,

…we spent the day brewery-hopping in Tucson at Ten55, Pueblo Vida, Thunder Canyon, Iron John’s, and Dove Mountain—all breweries that Jen hadn’t visited yet. Quite the day. I won’t show pics of all of them, instead just highlighting this favorite from the day (I felt the same way about most of the beer that day—only Pueblo Vida is worth driving down for).

On Aug 3 2018,

…we took the long bus ride into the heart of Wrangell-St Elias National Park & Preserve in Alaska, a massive park that’s nearly the size of West Virginia. After a several hours-long ride, you’re deposited at a footbridge across the Kennecott River, which is an outflow of the nearby Kennecott glacier. You wander a mile over to the town of McCarthy, then take a shuttle up to the Kennecott mine area, where the NPS visitor center is, before exploring the mining town remains and seeing the glacier. On the way back, we apparently stopped at the lodge; not a bad spot to stop and grab a beer.

On Aug 3 2017

…I got a chance to tour the newly constructed football facility at Sun Devil Stadium. I’ve been a season ticket holder since 1987, so it was cool to see all the behind the scenes locations, from the locker room to workout facility to coach offices to position rooms other than training table to recovery areas, and even walk down the Tillman Tunnel onto the field (the Tillman statue had not yet been installed but I got to tour again soon after it was installed).

On Aug 3 2014,

I said bye to my dog, Sipapu before enjoying a sunset hike in the Phoenix Mountain Preserve. I think he was bummed I didn’t take him.

This is the August 2nd OTD post for #Blaugust2025.

Aug 2 2023

We flew to London, and stayed at the Holiday Inn Express at Heathrow; this was the view from our room. Quite convenient, far less noise than you’d expect, but very few non-hotel or non-airport food options around. Still, I can see us doing this again.

Aug 2 2022

Waking up in Winnemucca, Nevada, we checked out “Buckaroo Hall of Fame and Museum,” a weird-ass museum in town. Because how could you not go see the Buckaroo Hall of Fame?

Oh, and I apparently shot a video tour, too! 😆

Small town museum complete, we drove up to Steens Mountain National Conservation Area in eastern Oregon for a quick hike, a site Jen still needed to visit for her Treasured Places quest. That drive also crossed the Nevada-Oregon border, a difficult objective on my State Border Crossings quest.

Then it was off to wander the aptly-named Trail of the Molten Land at Newberry National Volcanic Monument, another Treasured Places site for Jen. It’s been ages since I’ve been to Newberry, so it was a fun stop.

We stopped into Bend for a brewery visit, then drove over to Eugene, enjoying a sunset stop at Crescent Lake.

Aug 2 2018

We drove ourselves down from Fairbanks to camp outside of Wrangell-St Elias National Park and Preserve, the nation’s largest national park.

Aug 2 2015

We departed the Mogollon Rim after our weekend camping trip, heading back to the Valley. I had a thing for jump shots for a few years (I could get a surprising amount of air back then, for a short fat white guy, at least), so I apparently snagged one near the edge of the rim. On the way back, we also poked into the Shoofly Ruins up on Houston Mesa near Payson.

Aug 2 2014

My friend Jenny and I marked off Sleepy Dog Brewing and Desert Eagle Brewing on our Phoenix Brew Quest. It was that early quest—I had only just begun drinking alcohol a year or so prior—that got me into craft beer.

I loved Birming’s idea to include an “On This Day” photo during #Blaugust2025, so I’m going to do the same. I doubt I’ll be able to keep this up every single day of the month…

But today I’m feeling some extra motivation, so I’m going to do yesterday’s post, and aww hell, I’m even going to put an OTD photo from every year that I have in my iCloud library.

Let’s get started!

EDIT: Oh boy, there’s an especially fun story about halfway down!

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Aug 1 2024

Looks like I found myself at our local watering hole, likely doing some trip planning. Funny enough, that’s where I’m posting this from.

Aug 1 2023

It looks like we flew somewhere later this night, but beforehand I wheeled my dad out for a goodbye beverage at the local bar I brought him to when he was in assisted living.

Aug 1 2022

After our last night of camping in the park, we spent the morning hiking to Bumpass Hell, a thermal area in Lassen Volcanic National Park in Northern California. It’s perhaps my favorite official placename in the entire national parks system.

Leaving the park, we stopped for lunch and a beer at The Brewing Liar, a very interesting brewery tucked away on its own plot of forested lands. It’s a rather unique place, complete with hiking trails, lots of outdoor seating area, and a self-guided brewery tour.

We then drove over Beckwourth Pass for our Sierra Mountain Passes quest on our way through Nevada, where we stopped at one of the concrete arrows that was once part of the Transcontinental airmail service (here’s an excellent database of them). We stayed in Winnemucca that night, in part to mark off the place while I considered whether to adopt a quest to visit all the locations mention in the song I’ve Been Everywhere.

Aug 1 2020

I published my first book that week—The Complete Guide to Kayaking the Salt River—and gave it away for free for the first few days to generate some buzz. It was kinda fun to check in that next day to see it listed as the #1 free book in Amazon’s Adventure Travel category. I only promoted it to some friends and posted it in two Facebook groups, and never since, and it’s somehow still in the Top 1000 adventure books—even though I also give it away for free on my website. Last I checked, there were a dozen of AI-generated scam knock-offs that are clear re-writes of my book (same page count, all with photos of other rivers and obviously fake author names).

But that’s ok, I never wrote it for the money. The primary goal of this “covid project” was to test a theory I had for how to build a series of locally-based public lands stewardship & advocacy groups, wherein you could organize people to join a conservation group in exchange for a free guidebook on the place and activity in question. Essentially, I wanted to know if you could use a “lead magnet” marketing technique to quickly build a constituency that could push back on an impending policy attack or bad proposal. The answer, I discovered, is yes: the “Alliance of Salt River Paddlers” quickly surpassed my subscription goals, even without any additional effort besides publishing the original guide and website.

These were still covid times, so apparently I attended the virtual convention for the National Park Travelers Club later that day. Man, I forgot how many things we all attended virtually that year. It would have sucked to have completed a big life goal and then to just get your lifetime achievement award via Zoom.

Aug 1 2018

Whew, what a crazy day this was. I really need to write up this story in full detail. But here’s the short-ish version.

We were up in Alaska, attempting to visit a bunch of rather remote national parks and conservation areas for my parks quest. One of them is Yukon-Charley Rivers National Preserve along the Alaska-Yukon border. We had chartered a small bush plane to get us there; an expensive proposition, but that was the best we can do for such a remote park unit given our time constraints.

The night before the trip, we noticed that there were a number of wildfires in the area, including three directly surrounding Coal Creek, the area that we would be visiting. I assumed that the flight would be canceled, but receiving no notice, we showed up the next day anyway. The young, headstrong pilot apparently hadn’t checked and was unaware of the wildfires. I asked him about it, but he shrugged off my concern as that of a nervous tourist, probably someone who had never been in a small plane before and was looking for an excuse to bail on the flight reservation.

He assured us that he was going to get us to Coal Creek (perhaps whether we wanted to or not). The first portion of the flight featured some wildfire smoke, but nothing too bad—it really added to the beauty of the mountains and valleys.

The smoke got thicker and thicker, but we managed to land at the gravel landing strip in Coal Creek nonetheless. And I, per tradition, took my traditional “sign photo” indicating which park unit this was on my quest. ☑️ Check!

We only had about an hour on the ground. That would give us enough time to hike about a mile up the trail to the historic mining camp cabins at Coal Creek Camp, but not enough to hike the four miles down to see the dredging machinery on the way to the Yukon River, where the historic Slavens Roadhouse is—perhaps the highlight of the park.

My buddy Brian and I hiked up the trail towards the historic camp, leaving Jen at a stream crossing about halfway. We arrived at the grouping of cabins, intent of getting an official park stamp for our effort. There were firehoses everywhere, apparently positioned to water down the wooden structures if the wildfires converged closer.

We wandered into the cabin where the park stamp is located, and were immediately questioned.

“Who are you? How did you get here?”

“Oh, we’re here for the park stamp,” we explained. “We just flew in to Coal Creek.”

“Your pilot landed? We can’t even get our fire crew to land right now.”

We discovered that the park had indeed been closed, and the folks we were talking to were part of the interagency fire team sent in to coordinate the fire response and hopefully protect the historic buildings.

The fire commander asked if we were going to Slavens Roadhouse. We said no, we sadly didn’t have enough time. She said, “Look, you can’t come here without getting there. I’ll take you. Don’t worry, I promise to get you back before the pilot leaves.” She delegated responsibility for two of the fires to others in the room, and we followed her out to a side-by-side.

She drove like a bat out of hell back down the trail we had hiked, slowed almost to a stop so Jen could get on, and barreled our way down to the river. We got a quick tour inside the 1930s roadhouse, one of several along the Yukon River.

We took a few photos along the smoke-filled Yukon River, and then headed back towards the plane, stopping briefly to inspect the old dredging operation between the river and landing strip. We arrived two minutes later than expected, which was fine as the pilot was off in the brush for some bushy-bushy. Satisfied that we had accomplished our goal, we took off. Jen quickly fell asleep while I took reflected on the crazy hour we had just spent.

It didn’t take a long for the tension to build inside the plane, however. The pilot was struggling to find a suitable path amidst all the wildfire smoke (there were two other wildfires nearby, so he was dealing with the smoke from 5 different fires, plus low clouds). Bush planes aren’t like commercial jets—it’s line of sight, so you can’t just fly through clouds and smoke. This was quickly becoming a tricky situation.

The pilot gained altitude, then lost it, circled around for some time, and tried a number of options before so forth. By now, the mood was now very tense. Jen woke up and immediately sensed that there was something wrong, grabbing my arm with a death grip. She saw that I had been marking possible emergency landing spots on the gps topo map app I was running—there were very few.

Eventually, the pilot noticed a possible escape route, banked hard, then pointed the nose up and just gunned the engine. I’m not sure what the tachometer must have said, but it sure as shit sounded like it was in the red. We climbed towards a mountain face, engine screaming for minutes, as clouds quickly pushed together. These few minutes were amongst the most tense moments I’ve had, wondering if we would both make it over the mountain (we did, of course), and in time before our path was blocked. We crested the ridgeline into a broader river valley, and in a few minutes came across a remote dirt road. We finally relaxed a bit, knowing that we had a landing spot, if we needed it. Whew!

We returned to the airport in Fairbanks more than two hours later than scheduled, just before a big front weather hit that airport, too. “Well, we made it back,” our pilot finally said, breaking the hours-long silence of the return flight. We all gave an appreciative laugh at this, an understated way of saying “look, we didn’t die.” His girlfriend was waiting just off the runway for us. As soon as we came to a stop, she jumped up into the cockpit for an embrace. We obviously weren’t the only ones who had been nervous during the flight.

We unloaded ourselves and walked to the office, where we subsequently waited for 45 minutes before the pilot finally entered with the flight plan, which we needed to calculate and pay our fees. Unfortunately, I don’t have good photos from the flight back, as we were too focused to play tourist. But hey, we marked off the park I needed.

My buddy Mikah Meyer was giving a talk across town, so we stopped over to support him and say hi. We had become friends earlier in the year while he was visiting every national park unit on one continuous road trip.

Somehow, the day wasn’t over; but it’s easy to pack in a lot during those incredibly long summer days. With more daylight, we drove a few hours up to Steese National Conservation Area for our Treasured Places quest. It was incredibly foggy (but at least it wasn’t wildfire smoke!) but Jen and I hiked the Pinnell Mountain National Recreation Trail and poked into the NCA while Brian took a nap in the car. I’ll admit that the hike was a bit unnerving, as we couldn’t really see if there were any grizzlies on the trail and didn’t have spray. But, we survived.

Aug 1 2015

I organized a group camping trip to one of my favorite dispersed campsites along the Mogollon Rim in Arizona. Not a bad view from the site, huh?

While it was great to hang out with friends that weekend, I had an objective in mind. I wanted to mark off the high point of Gila County for my Arizona County High Points quest. There are two along the rim, and this completed the second one.

Aug 1 2014

Digging deep here, but I spent the evening grabbing my first litre stein at a German restaurant down the street from a comedy club where a friend’s sketch comedy troupe was performing that night. A fun evening for sure.

Made it over to our local brewery, but relegated to an NA beer, at least for now. It’s good to be out of the house though.

It’s August 1, and that means it’s day one of this year’s Blaugust, a monthlong blogging challenge.

I’m participating again this year, though I don’t expect to actually post everyday. I’m including titled or longish posts on this blog, as well as new public notes I publish on rscottjon.es. I’m generally avoiding adding any new posts to my main website at rscottjones.com, as I’m in the middle of a redesign.

EDIT: following BIrming’s excellent lead, I’m going to add in “On This Day” photo posts, too. Anyway, here’s the list:

EDIT: Whoa! I actually finished, and several days early too! Bummed I couldn’t keep up with my OTD posts, but hey, it was a ton of fun looking back at all of the trips I did post.

Posts (31/31)

• Dark Patterns + It’s Always DNS…
• AI clones of my book on Amazon
• Our weekend trip to central Nebraska
• Aug 19 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Sheep in Wales, Iceland, Waterwheel, North Cascades
• Asshole Scott
• Aug 18 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Iceland, Wales, water in the desert, Isle Royale
• Creating a rental car kit
• Aug 17 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Conwy, Myvatn, and…Cabinetlandia?
• Aug 16 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Icelandic waterfalls, Isle of Man, Agua Fria ruins
• Aug 15 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Iceland, Paleozoic Trackways, and Spaghetti Monsters
• Aug 14 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Iceland, “wild” horses, and a nuclear reactor
• Socializing at the bar
• Aug 13 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Scotland, Iceland, rivers, and weird border crossings
• Aug 12 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Scotland, Oregon, Marshall, Fern Canyon
• Aug 11 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Isle of Skye, San Juan Islands, North Rim of Grand Canyon
• Breweries from our LA trip
• A game at Dodger Stadium
• Aug 10 OTD for #Blaugust2025: More Scotland, more Rim, Seattle
• The Nixon Presidential Library and Birthplace
• Aug 9 OTD for #Blaugust2025: Scottish Highlands, 🥥, 🏕️, 🍻
• Aug 8 OTD for #Blaugust: a castle, Presidential aircraft, and a fire tower
• Aug 7 OTD for #Blaugust: train ride, cool pines, riding corn, finding Waldo
• We booked a ridiculous trip last night
• Aug 6 OTD for Blaugust: Henges, Bears, and Blue Balls
• Aug 5 OTD for #Blaugust: London & Pat Tillman
• Aug 4 OTD for #Blaugust: London, Redwoods, Devils Highway
• OTD Aug 3 for #Blaugust2025: London, Oregon, White Mountains, Alaska, ASU football
• OTD August 2 for #Blaugust2025: Oregon, Alaska, Arizona
• OTD August 1 for #Blaugust2025: Alaska wildfire story
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• (This post—yep, it counts too! 😝)

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