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...

Forest Floor

Wandering in the Rockies yesterday on a lengthy hike with a friend, I stopped to admire the forest floor. The soft crunch underfoot was a quilt of characters — dark black compost covered with bright splotches of lime green moss, rust orange lichen, fading...

940

4:30 am: Leave Phoenix. I couldn’t get to sleep and by the time my alarm goes off, I’m running on excitement. 6:30 am: Arrive in Flagstaff, throw the sunroof open, smell summer. The scent of a cool breeze blowing through pine is one of my favorites. In...