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Highway 50, Nevada… "America's Loneliest Highway"

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Food/Beverage Hangover


Lovely Ouray provides a tranquil backdrop to son Caleb and his equally Lovely "Sig. O." Kelli, in today's Lead Photo slot. Big smiles :).

Friday, May 22, 2015

Fruit Cocktail Anyone?


Fire Danger Today = 0.  Greetings from the cool, moist, and wet-pine scented version of Lovely Ouray, a little Swiss hamlet in southwest Colorado cupped in a snowcapped mountain crevice. National Forest, fresh air, hot springs, and lots and lots of fresh water await your presence.

Monday, May 18, 2015

A Preseason Assault on Twin Peaks


In spite of rain, snow, sleet, hail… darkness of day… and unseasonable cool cold temps, I've been keeping active biking on the old Schwinn nearly every day—in shorts and t-shirt, no less. Pretty tough guy, eh? I wish. The Schwinn is an Exercise Bike, now a permanent fixture in our living room and parked squarely in front of an Imax Window. It's one thing to occasionally resort to indoor "Cardio" in January—to peer from our glass-walled perch at blowing snow and flashing lights of CDOT plows groaning up 550's switchbacks to fight a losing battle with Old Man Winter and Red Mountain. But another thing entirely to be trapped for weeks on end by Seattle-like gloom—low sodden clouds and the insipid "Groundhog Day" routine of mythological weather gods taking turns at using my mood for a punching bag. I'm growing gills here.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Barometric Pressure


"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy." William Butler Yeats

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Enjoy The Journey


In the words of the esteemed, oft loquacious Mark Twain, "Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." Ok, I'm walking a delicate tightrope here, fully realizing that this post will likely throw my RV pal, Wandrin Lloyd, into super-grump mode.  Fortunately, I'm safely out of reach. Unfortunately, it concerns a matter of Life and Death. I will try to dance around the "elephant in the room" and dwell on the former, knowing that, not just for Lloyd but for all of us, the latter always has the last word.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Mom




In trying to understand who I am and why, I need look no further than my parents, Everett and Hilda Johnson. The lead photo encapsulates my childhood, a great family wandering akin to Moses and the Israelites, as Mom and Dad followed their hearts, searching for place, purpose, and God's will.