Alright, amigos, it’s time to saddle the horse and prepare to head north. We’ve got to leave the allure of Las Vegas, New México, while we still can. This place is getting ahold of me, but I gotta go, get back to my mountain hideaway in the northern Rockies of Colorado, before it’s too
Welcome back, dear reader, here we are again, seemingly stuck in Las Vegas, and not the one where “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” unless we are what’s happening, because here we seem to stay. Tough place to break free from…but let’s give it a try. Vamonos! “I’m here at Storrie Lake
Let’s stick with some more of these journal entries, dear reader, and Roll, Baby, roll! We covered some time in the last post, did we not? But now, we must cover some distance. Hold on, if you will, and not loosely! “Getting ready to FINALLY head south toward New Mexico. One last night
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,
