. . . and I must go.” John Muir I have not been lazy nor disengaged during this lengthy interlude of no blogs. And I have thought or composed multiple stories to tell you which never were put onto paper or pixels. I have slowly moved up the coasts of…
I have approached this new leg of my journey with apprehension—spending this summer following the west coast from Los Angeles to Seattle. There has been something about making my way up the coast of California that has been unsettling to me. I spent months with less knowledge of, or planning…
I have tried, repeatedly, to push my way through one of those brain twitches that blocks memory. I have been trying to remember what the topic was that we were discussing in a class many years ago when I volunteered the music Bolero by Ravel as an illustration. What I…
I am in Las Cruces, New Mexico, for only a few more days. I have spent the two months here exploring the area, eating great food, and meeting a variety of people; even went to the first movie that I’ve seen in years. I have also attempted writing this blog…
Settled down? Las Cruces, New Mexico. Forty miles north of El Paso, Texas, where my sister lives. Home of New Mexico State where both of my brothers attended school. It has been publicized as one of the 10 best cities in which to retire. I will be here until the…
It had only been a few weeks this past summer without mountains in view when I approached Glacier National Park from the east. The sight of high, steep terrain moved me; caught my breath. But it was when I left Palisade and Grand Junction in November headed for El Paso…
Dog Walking Along the Colorado River I have spent the last couple of months luxuriating in the warmth of friends and family—first in Jackson, then Palisade and Grand Junction, Colorado, and Thanksgiving…
In 2001, the Jackson Hole Chamber of Commerce selected the phrase “Power of Place” to reflect the qualities and aura of the area. Jackson Hole has a wondrous aggregation of elements that make it a special place to live or visit. Because of this—the pull that brings so many here…
When I finally dropped into Jackson Hole last week I had to pause for a bit. It was a little unsettling. I was confounded by conflicting feelings of anticipation and anxiety. This is the place that I have chosen to leave—friends, connections, and history. It felt awkward to be back…
I plead “hay-fever!” Definitely has discombobulated my life—but I am slowly gathering. And what have I gathered? I spent a couple of days in Virginia City and Nevada City. Virginia City is a rare exception to all those early settlements that were destroyed by fire. It did not go through…