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Clay Harper

Josh Heywood

Explore Our Adventures!

H&H Honey is all about raw local AZ honey, but we aren't JUST about honey. H&H Honey is owned by Joshua Heywood and Clay Harper.

Joshua and Clay have been friends for many years and have shared a lot of exciting projects over that time. Now they are turning our attention to making the best raw organic honey around!

Joshua grew up working construction with his father and is very handy. He taught himself how to fix cars, roofs or whatever else needed fixed.

spent making swords, school floats, and hovercrafts to Coy ponds. Honey is the latest (and easily the tastiest) project in a long line of adventures!

Bow to Your Scuba Sensei...

Josh and I both worked for a company in the valley that sent us to some pretty amazing places. Josh and I were both in the Philippines at the same time.

He in Cebu and I was in Manila. We were on different Islands but I would fly down to Cebu many weekends to learn scuba from a grissled old, former Philippines special forces instructor named Nelson.

My first day with Nelson as my scuba sensei was a little unnerving. Nelson was gruf and didn't say much. He handed me the scuba book and commanded me to read.

After much reading I returned to find Nelson meditating. He sat with a far away look in his eyes, gazing over the ocean as if he was a starved ship-wrecked sailor looking for land. When I handed him back his book he seemed annoyed at being distracted from his revery, as if had been very very close to understanding the sea.

Nelson accepted the book and with it gestured to some tanks at his side. "Come" was all he said as he strapped on his tanks and started walking into the sea.

I was a little nervous as the book had been about atmospheres and how to ascend properly to avoid a horrible death at sea from nitrogen escaping the blood and I had done some skimming.

I'd hoped Nelson would give me his take. It seemed he expected me to pick up the finer details.

I followed him out into the water. The beach descended gradually for about 100 ft. and then rapidly dropped off into deep, dark water. In a conventional scuba class you get hours of class instruction, demonstrations and videos before getting in the water.

From Nelson I got a handshake, an hour of reading and the following tutorial: Standing in neck-high water, a foot from the watery deep he had me put in my breathing deal (Nelson wasn't big on naming things) and asked, "You breathe?"

I'm fairly sure it was a question as a command would have been obvious. I coughed out some water and said, "yep". "Good. Don't stop." and we descended into the deep.

Istanbul, Turkey

Istanbul had an amazing mix of cultures; from ancient Roman, to Byzantium, to Christian, to Muslim. After touring the beautiful Suleyman Mosque on the golden horn in Istanbul I decided to follow a decrepit Roman aqueduct when the sunset call-to-prayer sounded.

Following the nearest sound I ducked under an arch of an aqueduct and found myself in front of a small mosque that was old enough to have originally been a Christian church.

From cemberlitashamami.com Go there!

This mosque was small and so hard to find, being almost in the shadow of the great Suleyman mosque, that I was curious to see what the service would be like. I entered the mosque, removed my shoes and entered the prayer room.

The worshipers took their places on their colored spots in the carpet. Many of the spots were faded but could still be easily identified by the tread marks from years of friction by worshiping knees.

At first I didn’t know what to do and since it felt too awkward to stand I sat down in the back against the wall. Just then the Imam entered from a small room and made his way to his stand next to the mihrab, which pointed the way to Mecca.

The Imam was a man of about 60 years with a short beard that was almost entirely white. He moved very methodically and had a deep reverberating voice that seemed well matched for the concave ceiling.

After the service I was surprised when the Imam approached me. He reached out his hand and asked in broken English, “Are you Protestant or Catholic?” I paused and responded, “Have you heard of the Mormons?”

He shook his head so I told him that I supposed I would fall under Protestantism. After a brief conversation he seemed to struggle with his words and with moist eyes said, “You are Protestant and I am Muslim, but we are both..” and then he put his hand to his chest pointing to his heart.

Throughout our conversation he hadn’t let go of our handshake and I was touched by the effort he was expending to try and communicate his feelings. I remembered striving to be understood like that in Portland, Oregon when I was a missionary in Portland, Oregon.

My experience was varied in Istanbul and not all was positive. I experienced discrimination and threats. But I also found genuine camaraderie and including this noble Imam and his struggle to express his love for all the children of God.

Petra in the Jordanian Desert

Petra Treasury

Salzburg Alps

I did an internship in Germany for an high-end, international fixtures company. My boss was very generous and I was able to travel often.

One of my last trips was to Salzburg. It was the best airport I have ever been in.

Nestled between the mountains you land among wildflowers, take 15 steps and you are out of the airport. Upon getting my hostel figured out I rented a bike and a map of the best bike trails and had an amazing time biking past all the best sound of music sights!

Petra Treasury

It seems no work of Man's creative hand,
by labour wrought as wavering fancy planned;
But from the rock as if by magic grown,
eternal, silent, beautiful, alone!
Not virgin-white like that old Doric shrine,
where erst Athena held her rites divine;
Not saintly-grey, like many a minster fane,
that crowns the hill and consecrates the plain;
But rose-red as if the blush of dawn,
that first beheld them were not yet withdrawn;
The hues of youth upon a brow of woe,
which Man deemed old two thousand years ago,
Match me such marvel save in Eastern clime,
a rose-red city half as old as time.

John William Burgon

Waiting for a Filipino Ferry

Josh and I took an inter-island ferry to Bohol. A small Island next to Cebu where lives a very small monkey-mouse called a Tarshier.

The ferry was straight out of the 60's and didn't smell like it had been cleaned since

Scuba with Sharks in Thailand

When working in the Philippines I made a jaunt over the to Thailand and had the opportunity to swim with some Bull sharks.

I was assured that they only take people down to see the sharks after thoroughly feeding them.

But there was still the advice that if they do seem aggressive, to try not to have any appendages sticking out. I had never heard that advice so it was a little unnerving.

After suiting up I jumped into the water with my Thai guide who spoke an Australian English. He was a cool young guy who said he would look for some shark teeth for me so I could focus on the sharks.

And there were sharks! It was hard to count how many there were because they kept swimming around the rocks but there where at least 4 of them. Most as large as I was.

Prince's Islands Turkey

I loved my time in Istanbul. It was an amazing place with culture layered on culture.

After being in Istanbul for about a week I took a ferry out into the oceanI remember returning to my hostel on Kutlugün street right across from the 4 seasons and a stone's throw from the Hagia Sophia.

It had been a long day of exploring and I wanted to sit down to some aryan, a traditional Turkish Yoghurt drink. I had been in Istanbul for