60. The Moon in My Heart
Above the red cliffs, the waning moon lights the dawn, while a congregation of birds softly sing their morning hymns. The profound stillness and serenity of the morning wipe the…
Above the red cliffs, the waning moon lights the dawn, while a congregation of birds softly sing their morning hymns. The profound stillness and serenity of the morning wipe the…
This rainy, moody day – sky saturated, gray – reflects grim Pandemic news. Cricket’s mind dwells on family in faraway places, members who work on the frontlines, members in the…
Our Bucket List We advance southwest on a smooth trail across a grassy expanse to where a woodland begins. The sky is a bit overcast to the north, but its…
Gray sagebrush, gray greasewood, gray horse brush; the vegetation has taken a hit with the cold weather – all looks a bit drab. I look at the ridgeline where the…
On the lower flank of the trail, the afternoon sun accentuates the gray lifeless-looking soil (dirt) that magically supports life – sagebrush, yucca, juniper. Higher up, cured grasses sway with…
Scene 4 – Scene 4, Back Home (Continuation of previous blog, Camp Utopia, Scene 3 - In Quest of Solitude) The camp dust has settled, and I consider our recent excursion on…
Scene 3 –In Questof Solitude (continuation of previous blog – Go with the Flow) Camp Buddy, back from his scouting ride, minus County Commissioner smile, informs that we are moving…
Scene 2 – Go with the Flow(a continuation of previous blog, Camp Utopia)I read somewhere years ago that Uncompahgre (pronounced un-come-paw-gray) is a Ute Indian word meaning Quiet. I google…
Scene 1 Desiring to access more remote areas of the western slope, Camp Buddy and I sell our camp trailer and get geared up for car camping. Camping without the…
Spring rain storm renders cool temperatures this morning making for a delightful trek. A couple of days since the last trail visit and much has changed out here, though the…