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...

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...