However, if you think politics, history, geography and whichever other subjects are boring, well, why do you? Boring people are bored with the world. Interesting people find it interesting. The world is a fascinating place if you open your eyes enough to see it.

At the same time, if you’re a product of government schools, well, I can understand why you may be disposed to regard the world as boring. Perhaps most of your teachers bored the hell out of you. Perhaps they taught you to hate learning. This was so for me. Hell, I go as far to say that government schools are plague on our civilization because they kill the fire of youth to see the world in a thousand unique ways, and instill within us a degenerating desire to fit ourselves within mental and physical boxes, and never push against walls to see what’s beyond them.

Look, I’m not going to go too deeply into the subject of education right now, and I’m not saying there are no outstanding teachers in government schools. There are. I broach this subject because, once upon a time, I was teacher, and, as you may imagine, I had problems with colleagues over teaching against the grain. Ultimately, those problems made it clear that making a living inside the walls of government schools – and most private schools too – from the primary to the university level wasn’t going to work out.

And this hurt me deeply.

Now, you can say I’m human garbage for disparaging America’s educational institutions, and that someone like me has no business teaching kids. You can say a thousand things about my words. However, I’m still publishing them because there is an unapologetic rage within me for seeing what the System has to done to destroy our minds and our culture.

And my rage is all the more augmented because, in addition to feeling like the System took my kids away, the System is also destroying the most beautiful place on earth. With God as my witness, the most heavenly life I could have imagined would have been as a professor of American history at Stanford. This is pure truth. But I never pursued this dream because my years as a student and teacher made me see that I don’t fit inside boxes, especially insanely priced ones in Commifornia. Stanford promulgates Marxism as much as any poisonous and treacherous university in America, and I wouldn’t have my balls cut off just be at that scene.

But again, I don’t really dwell on all this, especially in this book. God’s Creation – that is, the vast array of landscapes we inhabit under the sun – is too dang fascinating, beautiful and amazing to have your life limited by Marxist women. That fascination, ultimately, led me to a place called Sedona where tour guiding across Northern Arizona proved to be, for a time, one of the most rewarding experiences in my life.

The Colorado Plateau of Arizona and Utah – that red-rock wonderland of the American West – motivated me to study its history and physiography and whatever else to make my tours of Sedona, Grand Canyon and other places the best I could. Guiding allowed me to be a teacher again. That’s why I loved it.

Thus, this travelogue is akin to what I as a teacher-guide would ideally say on a trip up and down the Sierra Nevadas of Commifornia. I say “ideally” because, obviously, as a guide you can’t be so unfiltered in front of random Americans. But I want to be unfiltered. I want to have fun, dammit!

And that’s why I wrote this book: to have fun. Yes, having fun involves saying words that tick people off. At the same time, there’s so much super cool stuff out in those California mountains. There’s stunning, ethereal beauty there like nowhere else, and I want to share this most. That’s the real basis of this book.

So hop in. Just put that McDonald’s wrapper on the floor. And, the air conditioning doesn’t work too well, so, deal with it.