The scenery around Lovely Ouray is the type of stuff from which those hokey corporate motivational posters are made. You know, the ones that they hang in the break room that show some fit mountain climber scaling a mountain that no corporate job would permit enough time off to drive by, let alone climb? The kind of propaganda posters that try to reinforce that “Without pain, there is no gain?” I have always preferred to think Continue reading
I have been following the Box Canyon Blog since before I even had an RV. I figure I have read through about a hundred posts touting and tempting life in a box canyon affectionately referred to as “Lovely Ouray, the Switzerland of America.” So I knew before I got here it would be a special place. Give me a box canyon, and I am happy. Give me one filled with hikes, a brewery, a hot springs, and a chocolate shop selling “Scrap Cookies” made from left over chocolates? Well, about the only thing you could add to top that would be to throw a couple of good friends into the mix! Life’s own version of the Scrap Cookie. 😉 Continue reading
The great Karl Wallenda, tight rope walker extraordinaire of The Flying Wallendas once said “Walking the wire is living, everything else is waiting.” I feel that same way about being on the road. It is living. Everything else is waiting…
My family senses this stirring in me. My Mom has thankfully always been one to “push her chicks out of the nest.” So finally, after 75 days of being parked down on the farm, she says “I don’t want you waiting around here for Dad and me to croak. It’s time for you to get back to living your life. We’ll be okay here.” I saw a crack in the window, and I flew through it. Continue reading
I don’t typically go “back in time” on the blog, but my time at Jojoba Hills was cut short before I had the chance to write about my stay there. Jojoba Hills is an “over 55” Escapees community near Temecula, CA, about 90 miles outside of San Diego. Continue reading
For several years, my parents have had a hive of bees living in between the walls of their storage shed, painted to look like a red barn, therefore appropriately referred to as “The Red Shed.” No one knows how they got there, but Mom remembers seeing a swarm arrive one day, so thick it darkened the sky. Shortly thereafter, they started noticing increasing numbers of bees inside and around the shed. Continue reading
Since having retired last October, I have on more than one occasion been chided for being on “perpetual vacation.” To that, I say, “What the heck’s wrong with a perpetual vacation??” After all, I worked long and hard to earn “time off for good behavior.” So why give it up so soon? Maybe I will get to that point eventually, but for now, I still enjoy “vacation mode.” Continue reading
It’s been over two months since my last blog post. One might think by now that I would be out of the habit of keeping the blog. And most days, they would be right. I often think I won’t update the blog again. It’s a waste of time. As Willie would sing, “You cain’t make a record if you ain’t got nuthin’ to say.” But if I am truthful with myself, I miss writing so much it hurts. Like so many things in my life, there doesn’t seem to be a middle ground. I have always preferred it that way. Anything but lukewarm mediocrity. So the mood swings from “Never again!” to “How could I possibly not? Continue reading