M. John Fayhee

Writer, Editor, Bullshitter, Mountain Gazette Resurrector

"When in Rome, Do as the Romanians"

Drinking with a dead woman »

Drinking with a dead woman

  The dead woman drank an impressively steady stream of margaritas. A veritable salt-rimmed, ice-adorned River Lethe of tequila, triple sec and lime juice. She sat two barstools to my left. I did not yet know she was dead. She looked alive enough that I struck up a superficial conversation, something I am not inclined […]

Mexico's Copper Canyon Country.

Possessed: Part 1: Paper Trails »

Last weekend, I rented the much-anticipated movie version of Jack Kerouac’s seminal “On the Road.” Though I have never been the world’s most enthusiastic Kerouac fan, and though the movie did not especially appeal to me (at least partially because it did not stand alone very well; that is to say: a viewer would already […]
Flagging

Flagging »

Eyeball a map of New Mexico’s massive Gila National Forest and, off to the southwest of the Gila’s main body, you will see a detached section of green. At the heart of this detached swath of forest lie the Burro Mountains, which consist of three side-by-side 8,000-foot summits that, in loftier realms would be considered […]
Cameroon Diary 3: Tracks in the Sand

Cameroon Diary 3: Tracks in the Sand »

One of the most-glaring seeming contradictions with regards to your average modern-American (especially of the Western U.S. variety) self-propelled outdoor recreationist is that, while we might be able to sniff the air to plus-or-minus ascertain whether precipitation is imminent, and while we may be able to, with a little luck, find our way through an […]
Douala at night

Cameroon Diary 2: Synonym City »

Since our taxi driver, Maurice, spoke nary a lick of English, and since neither my wife nor I understand any French more complicated than laissez les bon temps roulez, the look on our chauffeur’s mug was likely the response to nothing more than fundamental intra-language cross-circuiting. By utilizing a combination of hand gestures, crude drawings […]
Cameroon Diaries, Part 1: Window Seat

Cameroon Diaries, Part 1: Window Seat »

It would be both trite and stylistically derivative in the extreme to remark how airplanes have altered the landscape of travel, how the gradations of gradual orientation long ago dissipated into the ether of contrails. Travel is disorienting enough without, as but one random example, waking up in a snowstorm and sub-zero temperatures in the […]
Ruined

Ruined »

Author’s note: Several years ago, I was given an assignment by a glossy outdoor magazine to pen a story about hiking Peru’s famed Inca Trail. After I completed the hike, but before the article appeared in print, there was a bloody editorial coup d’état at the magazine and my Inca Trail piece was a casualty. […]
The baby raccoon, in the care of Gila Wildlife Rescue, before being released back into the wild.

Wild Life »

The town is which I dwell is not what you would call prosperous. It’s not as though we have to slalom through bloated-bellied toddlers holding begging bowls as we make our way between the Food Co-op and the Buffalo Bar or anything, but, still, the stench of affluence that defines so many places I have […]
Timelines Part 2: Time Travel

Timelines Part 2: Time Travel »

In the great scheme of the mostly fictitious American Dream, a great many people could rightly argue that, not only am I and not only have I long been one serious U.S. Grade-A fuck-up, but I could very well pen a how-to tome about being a fuck-up. My retirement savings are not nearly what they […]
Timelines Part 1: Timelessness

Timelines Part 1: Timelessness »

My admittedly modest everyday jewelry ensemble consists of: • One yin-yang-motif earring I’ve owned since the late-’70s. It was given to me by the man who pierced my ear. No matter how hard he tried, the man, a friend to this day who had pieced the ears of several other chums over the years, could […]
Copper Canyon – Creel

Copper Canyon – Creel »

“Creel is a dusty–or muddy–depending on the precipitation situation–slag heap of a boondock burg that just happens to be smack dab in the middle of one of the most geo-physically and culturally wonderful places in the known universe: the Sierra Tarahumara, 10,000 foot, plus or minus, rounded mountains that are part of the Sierra Madre […]
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