Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I've had TSA agents look up and giggle when the the name of the town I live in. I've had post office staff ask me, "is that a real place?" I would say 75% of people in Arizona will tilt their head to the side like a puppy when I say the name of the place I live in.

    According to the local history museum, the town of Strawberry was named for the wild fruit that grew in the valley, which was named in 1886 as Strawberry Valley. This confuses me as I have never seen any wild strawberries, lots of wild raspberries. The history books also claim that earlier explorers named the place Wah-poo-eta as it was the home of a Tonto leader with that name. People in the nearby Prescott called the man Big Rump.

    Somewhere along the line, it was decided that "Strawberry" was a better name than "Big Ass".

    Good call.

    Yes, I live in a town called Strawberry. Im fact, to make it easier on me to remember, I leave on the Strawberry Drive.

    And thus, it was two years ago, it was time that I actually planted some strawberries in my yard.

    On returning home from the California trip, I was gob-smacked (or strawberry-smacked) to collect the biggest harvest to date, this small hand full of berries.

    They were actually super sweet, I would like more.

    Alas, I would be gone for six months, over the hottest and driest fo stretches (June) so they would get no water until the July monsoon rains arrived. By the time I returned home in November, it was hard to tell if they were alive.

    II was gone again until July this following year; when I got to my house (quick quiz, what is the street name?), they looked dead. it had not rained for weeks, maybe months.

    With the onset fo rains, the leaves did emerge, so the plants did remain alive, though left untended by me, they were just surviving.

    One might draw some conclusion here.

    Me, I am happy to remember the handfull of sweetness in June of 2011.

    Greetings from Big Ass, Arizona.

    I am using Cowbird to share the story of a 15,000 mile road odyssey I took in 2011, which started with me quitting my job in March and setting out in June for a loop around the US and Canada. It's less of a day by day narrative and more of an attempt to tell a story of the story, with some amounts of imagined bits that emerge on looking at the media from the trip, including the more than 1400 images, videos, and audio files collected in my digital time capsule, the Storybox.

    (Original photo
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.