Christmas With The Whole Fam-Damly

It's been snowing, it's snowing now, and the forecast calls for buckets more snow throughout the week with highs in the teens. Bring it, Old Man—try to knock the Post Christmas smile my haggard face, the Humbug Chip off my shoulder—give me your best shot and we'll see who's wearing shorts when you're all said, done, and blown out.

Post-Holiday Hangover Of An Andropausal Male

Warning: At the risk of being labeled Mr. Grinch, I'm about to take a leak on the annual guilt-induced, corporate-shakedown madness known, ironically, as "The Holidays." I waited until after Christ's big Birthday Bash, in hopes I might avoid eternal damnation and hellfire. 

Stopping By Houses On Way To Woods On Snowy Morn

If you have real estate lust in your hearts like we do, the above Miss December "pin-up" should be enough to quicken your pulse, initiate slow, deep breaths, and a tingling sensation that ripples up and down your spine.  If only we could look so provocative on our 118th birthday.

Mea Culpa Faux Pas

It's been far too sunny and mild and dry since returning home to "La Crevice;" I've been cavorting around in shorts and long sleeve tee shirts, waiting for Old Man Winter to get off his tepid ass.

Yule Night At The Guide Garage on Main Street

Friends, Averill and Gary had a Yule Night Grand Opening of their new winter business endeavor, The Guide Garage. More than a tune-up shop for skis, it's a "Hang Out" for anyone who loves leaving tracks up in the snow-bowls on Red Mountain.

Bald Eagle Walk Along The Uncompahgre River

Clouds broke up and temps soared into the 50's, so we decided to walk the bike path along the river, from Ridgway down to the reservoir.

Life on the Gritty Edge of Uncertainty…Thoughts on Quantity versus Quality

"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center."(Kurt Vonnegut)  

Just Another Nameless Canyon Hike

Two months can fly right off the calendar when you're having fun. We arrived back home to Lovely Ouray yesterday, and this morning I am wrapped in the loving arms of an overstuffed Lazy Boy rocker, fire blazing in the hearth, and watching snowflakes assemble on the deck. Bobbie is already up and out for her walk—one I couldn't yet face given the weather. Give me a day or two; some things take a little time to adjust…

A Hike To The Crags…A Retrospective

After a long morning of whittling down carefully prepared checklists, Dump,  Flush,  Winterize,  Pack Car,  Stow Bikes  … Take Goldie to the "pound," we spent yester-day driving east—my least favorite direction—and woke up in a suite big enough to fit three Goldie-sized RVs. The irony of spending our last night away from "home" at The Grand Vista Hotel... after spending a month in Capital Reef and a month in Zion... is befitting, don't you think? Henceforth, further posts from Utah are moist-eyed retrospectives (sniff).

Bolder Boulder, Part II…Always On The Road To Somewhere Else

Of all the natural processes on this speck of a planet, erosion is my favorite. Maybe that explains my fascination with the American Southwest. It begs the question: What kind of person would choose an often stark, prickly, bone dry desert over lush, verdant woods—cracked dry skin and twice your age wrinkles over a soft, supple age-spotless exterior?