Getting myself down from the skinny green branches of the “tree” that is New England did not come easily to me. As I sat on the edge of Maine’s Long Lake pondering my next move, I changed my mind almost hourly as to which direction I would take. My overwhelming urge was to make a B-line back to the comfort of the Great Southwest as quickly as possible…almost as if I felt guilt from two-timing on a summer fling. Continue reading
Continuing on south down Hwy 100 through the long sliver of the state of Vermont, October begins to redeem itself. For all the autumnal splendor that Montpelier and Stowe were lacking, I find in the Green Mountain National Forest of southern Vermont. Seems the further south I drive, the more beautiful it becomes…completely contrary to my expectation for New England. Continue reading
I’ve often read “If you want to learn about yourself, TRAVEL!” But it seems the opposite is true for me. I learn most about myself when I am immobilized. Sitting stationary at my friend Deb’s beautiful lakeside cabin for a month spending mornings watching the waterfowl and evenings sitting on the dock listening for loons brought about a lot of introspection…a little glimpse of what my life would be like if I were to ever stop my perpetual motion. Continue reading
During my years living in New York, I always felt like my life as a Manhattanite was a little different than others. But then that’s what makes Manhattan so great! EVERYONE is “a little different.” 😉 Unlike most of my friends, my closet contained more camping and hiking gear than it did designer shoes. That should have been a clue.
I was also a proud card-carrying member of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Continue reading
First and foremost, thanks to everyone for their very kind comments regarding my “Canadian Summer Series.” There is nothing so gratifying to one who loves writing and photography than for someone to say “You took me there.” Every last one of your comments were a welcome companion as I charted my solo course through unfamiliar territory.
On a recent visit to the local Chinese Food take out joint, I received an amusing question in my fortune cookie Continue reading
So here I sit at another border altogether, trying to figure out how to catch the blog up to “real time.” Yes, it’s behind, but I was determined to finish all the posts I had started while meandering through Mexico. To those readers who stuck with me through two months of making Mexican memories, I thank you.
And now, I’m knocking on the door of our northern neighbor, Canada, knowing that as soon as I cross the border into the “Land of Marginal Internet,” the blog is going to be behind again. Continue reading
One would think a month living in the Winnie parked down on the farm in Texas would be enough time to get the blog caught up. But there were farm chores to do, families to visit, projects to complete, and adventures to experience.
I hauled off and burned enough tree trunks and limbs to warrant notifying the fire department beforehand. I reconciled a few storage sheds and helped my brother Don install some 8’ X 12’ sliding doors on the equipment shed. I got both my passport and my tetanus shot renewed for another ten years. And got my Mom’s dog Annie Continue reading
The Winnie traveled across ten different states in 2016, the last being the least desirable. No offense to my family, athough Texas is my birthplace, anyone who knows me knows I’m not a fan for many reasons. If my Mom and niece would only relocate, I’d be like Thelma and Louise, driving across the four contiguous states just to avoid driving through it.
It’s 500 miles from the state line to the family farm, every one of them Continue reading
The US Dept of Interior recently posted on Facebook, “Moonlight brightens snowy dunes at Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve in Colorado. Experience the park after dark by stargazing, listening for owls along the foothills or going for a full moon walk on the dunes. Cold temperatures are the norm in winter, so bundle up with warm clothing and sturdy footwear for an unforgettable nighttime adventure.”
I find this an odd promotion, considering the park is miles from nowhere, and they have closed the one and only campground within the park. Continue reading
I’ll admit I’d never even heard of Chaco Culture National Historic Park until I visited Mesa Verde National Park in 2015 when a Ranger on one of the guided tours said “If you think this is something, you should visit Chaco Canyon!” So to learn that it was once considered the center of all ancestral Puebloan culture came as quite a surprise. How could this ancient hub of civilization, just one state over from my childhood home, be a complete unknown to me? After all the road trips of my youth across the great southwest, Continue reading