In the late season, when the leaves have all fallen, the silhouette of the trees stand firm. From a distance the collage of branches and trunks seem connected in every way. If you look closer you will see that while they share the same roots, each branch has its own path. Under just the right circumstances, the winds will…
Hey guys, Greetings from that tiny town between Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon, where English is the third language and everyone drives a rental car. I’m typing this on a Sunday night, but I have no idea when it will actually get sent. Communication requires a Library, a visitor pass, a jump drive, at least 20 minutes, and mucho suerte.…
I woke up in my favorite transient town. Flagstaff, AZ. I was dragging my feet a bit, as it had become time “to head EAST”. The roads would no longer be winding links between communities, but more purpose built shipping lanes. The motorcycle would no longer be my choice for travel, but my mode of transportation. Every trip has…
Howdy, Greetings from the Grand Tetons! Carrie flew out here last Tuesday and we spent nearly a week viewing wild flowers, stalking wildlife, and hiking thru the spectacular fall colors. We spent most of our time in Grand Teton National Park and then snuck up to Yellowstone and the Absorkee Mountain Range in Montana. She flew back to Michigan this…
Written August 26, 2007 – It’s Sunday night and I’m trying to find some clever useful words to send to my sister Carrie as she kicks off the start of her 6 week leave of absence from work. Somehow “today is Day 1 of the rest of your life” seems a bit heavy (true, but heavy), so I reach back…