Tucson Weekly: Highland Hell (March 11 - March 17, 1999)
Playing It Close To the Edge In The Haunted Sierra Madres. By Tim Vanderpool RANDY GINGRICH IS living proof that death can be a tough gig. Death of a forest, death of a culture, death threats, death of innocence--they're all daily fodder in Mexico's haunted Sierra Madre Mountains, just like the scent of ripe Chihuahuan poppies and the crack of gunfire. It's a ruggedly remote highland where the pale rider wears a narcotraficante's poison grin, totes a clear-cutter's buzz-saw and doesn't take kindly to complications. Depending upon your perspective, Gingrich could be considered a complication...