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