Summer Dinner

Spicy gazpacho for two: Like a giant bowl of cold salsa for dinner. Perfect with a giant glass of cold white wine after a grueling hike of Camelback. Yep — I’m one of those idiots you see on the mountain when it is 110 degrees outside. The upside is there...

Heaven Smells of Desert Rain

Oh, how it rained on the drive home yesterday. It was so beautiful and refreshing! I left Wyoming at 4 am, bundled in a sweatshirt with 62 degree weather, hit Utah by lunch with 80 degree temperatures and then entered Arizona late-afternoon to rain and a cool breeze....

Fishy

I spent 6 hours on the Green River today learning to fly fish. In reality, what I learned was how to hook myself with a fly and how delicious chicken fingers are. Seriously. Chicken fingers dipped in ranch? Why am I just learning about this now? \ MOOSE! I’m...

This One Goes Out to Salty

Never a fan of cliches, this post kinda kills me. That said, the difference between Polly Pocket at Thomas the Train was apparently clear when Adam, I and the gang came upon a rather complex logging operation in the mountains. Where I was bored and ready to...

Why? Why not! Wyoming!

Said goodbye to Cody in Denver… and hit the open road for Wyoming. I was greeted by three giant happy dogs, a cabin full of friends I love and a garden bursting with colors. The cabin has a wrap-around porch, horses, a barn and a 360 degree view of some of the...

Fabric of Life

I met up with birds of the same feather yesterday — ladies I’ve long admired from afar but hadn’t ever met in person. We met at Denver Fabrics for a bit of excessive textile consumption (they watched; I acted like a fat kid in a candy store. A fat...

Love Wins

I can imagine hikers in the Rockies years ago, love sick and without Facebook/Twitter/Blogs/Cell phones/Texts to embarrass themselves with emotion. Instead, trees and bark met the need. There are fields of Aspens on the San Francisco Peaks in Flagstaff that are...