One must bring his own ladder, lean it against the adobe wall, and go ahead and climb on over to get to Santa Fe.
This way to the Land of Enchantment, my friends.Read More
While dilly dallying and searching for arrowheads in the hills surrounding Gunnison, Colorado, two college students came across something exciting. An exposed dinosaur bone was there for the plucking.Read More
I wondered if there was anywhere that I walked, any square foot of earth that no one else had. I believed somewhere in my fenced wild backyard, there was a place, a coveted square of pristine virginal land. I realized later, as I got taller and took more steps, that this piece of grass, rocks, or dirt was not located within the confines of my backyard.
Where are the places of no human footprints?
Above, there are views of the whole wide world, or a lot of Colorado. From every direction, a window frames a different mountain range, the Maroon Bells, the West Elks, the Sawatch Range, Taylor Reservoir, and the San Juans. They are all there.
This was a damn good place for a chicken feast.Read More
Circular windows looked out to the expansive flat desert and tall green Cyprus trees. Then big dome structures painted in ochre and saffron triangles dotted the landscape. An oasis of a swimming pool waited for visitors.
I had to go there. Was this what the future looked like?Read More
Did Sheryl Crow write songs here, bellied up to the bar with a ballpoint pen, or play for drunks on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon?
Before she made it, did she have her guitar case opened for tips and take a cigarette break when people weren’t listening?Read More
Last spring, Keegan and I pulled a fast one on our friend David.
He is an easy person to abduct.
We told David that on such and such day, we will pick you up. We are going somewhere that will remain unbeknownst to you. Look nice and bring $60. And don’t ask questions.
David’s cooperation skills are unrivaled.Read More
This man has become a tall tale, a Pecos Bill or a Paul Bunyan, but he's not a giant lumberjack, or a cowboy capable of shooting the stars out of the sky.
Richard's super power is his 4 wheeling, and he cannot be found without his faithful steed, a lifted 1971 Ford Bronco, with a yellow paint job embellished with flames.Read More
Traveling during a blizzard was a lousy idea. In the face of certain death by starvation, Alferd murdered and ate his cronies. I imagine that it was not a fun decision but necessitated by survival.Read More
It is the coziest place, perhaps on planet earth, because of the wood stove centered in the room. Metal folding chairs and a couple of vinyl booths surround the room, perfect for humans to sit on and buckle their boots. Tinsel hangs on the windows from holidays gone by. To me, it feels like childhood in there.Read More
My friend and I got the wild notion to get our auras read, but wanted to be smart about it.
We didn't want some tea leaf reader taking advantage of us. So we set a budget. The budget for this endeavor was $20. Imagine our dismay, when we found out the going rate for this service is $30. We had no choice but to make up a weak excuse about how we might be back later. I didn't want to tell the metaphysical lady that I didn't think that a special photograph of me in wacky colors and the 28 page legend of what it all meant was worth it.Read More
Sedona, Arizona is a picture perfect southwestern town with tall red rocks surrounding a valley filled with junipers, ponderosa pines, and but of course, the friendly animals of the forest. I did not see any of these friends, but it would be a delightful place to live, so I'm sure they are there.Read More
I found myself in the Kebler aspen forest. I hadn't really intended to stop, but Aspen trees are flashy. They are tall skinny attractive blondes (at this time of the year). They go out with a bang in the fall, with their green leaves changing to gold, before falling to the ground.Read More
The backpack was new, heavy, and blue. Inside there was a six hundred page book about geology, some water purifying tabs, and a sleeping bag. I had never been backpacking before, but I was eager up to my eyeballs.Read More
My Dad and I took a 1977 GMC Birchhaven Motorhome from Jacksonville, Florida to Colorado Springs, Colorado. We delivered her to safety, but of course there were some hard knocks along the way.Read More
But the thing is, I always forget something. I forgot hand sanitizers for when melted chocolate and red dust coated my paws. I forgot some other things that I am forgetting right now. All of us chums forgot firewood, even after talking about it several times.Read More