This time last year I was readying for a move, south out of the northern Colorado Rockies where I live in the woods to warmer climes and enchanting new places. Our state neighbor to the south was little known to me. They call it New Mexico. Might as well have been a foreign country,
“Summer is slipping by much too fast, what once was imagined is already past...” -Journal entry: Wednesday; August 15, 2018; 10:23 am. In my camper, Cochise. Three months of living on a mountainside, 9,000’ above sea level, in the woods, just south of the Wyoming border, no neighbors within earshot and no cell phone service.
Here's a recent article for the National Association of REALTORS trade publication On Common Ground.
“Finally, I’m able to sit down and get back into writing, beginning with this journal. I’m writing, for the first time, from the studio desk in my snug little shed. It will also serve as a shop, so therefore will be referred to as “The Studiop” (or “The Shtudiop”). I’m on a bare desktop @
“Yowza, what a past couple of weeks this has been. In the course of packing, hauling, storing, hauling, digging a septic tank, clearing a couple loads of brush and building lofts and benches in the shed, my back had had enough. I pinched my sciatic nerve and suddenly the world changed: I couldn’t sit,
“Ready to head into the Village and hit the library again – this is becoming a good routine. I did laundry yesterday at Basecamp and fished while my clothes were in the machines. I also figured out how to get Wi-Fi with my laptop (the antennae switch was turned off), so it was a
“The days are rolling by pretty quickly. Been here a week and I think it’s going to work. I screwed up my back a bit cutting brush and making a couple trips to the slash depot, but it’s nice to clear the perimeter so I can see any approachment. Rambeaux loves it up here, too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9nE2spOw_o“Sugar, Sugar” “Sugar, ah honey honey. You are my candy girl. And you got me wanting you.” -The Archies (1969) A fitness-freak friend of mine has been recently schooling me on nutrition. I admire his daily training regimen and low body-fat physique, and appreciate his advice – usually. The other day I sent him a
“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.” Mark Twain Samuel Langhorne Clemens (November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910), better known by his pen name Mark Twain, was an American writer, humorist, entrepreneur, publisher, and lecturer. Among his novels are The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and its sequel, The Adventures of
“Well, here we go...I’m at the beginning of the greatest adventure of all. I have gone Into the Woods (not necessarily Into the Wild). As I look out my kitchen/work table window I see the stone cairn islands of Dowdy Lake, which have gripped me since CJ and I discovered them while ice-fishing a
