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Where not all roads less traveled are roads...

Header Photo: Cedar Mesa, Utah...

Saturday, April 15, 2017

I am the Wuss-Man, coo coo ca choo


Slipping from winter into summer in Lovely Ouray is like slipping from your starched Sunday best into a ratty old pair of "sweats. It is our season of comfort, a time to pack away itchy wool and sticky Gore-Tex till October, and embrace the soft caress of loose-fit cotton. In most places, "Spring" means planting flowers and seeding gardens in a pair of shorts. Spring around here means 8 more weeks of winter.  

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Monday, April 3, 2017

Unscrupulous Bastards: "'Reality Bites" concluded


Finally, after wailing and gnashing of teeth, down to two pills, I get an automated call from Wally World. My prescription is ready for pick up... 1,200 bucks before co-pay...600 bucks after. It could be worse...

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Reality Bites: A Tough Reentry



This is my surreal front yard on a good day, which, unfortunately, today is not. So I hunker down in Western Utah's Camp Fairytale whilst a gale wind shudders Goldie's aluminum skin and rattles her Imax "sliders," now mucked by a recipe of one part spits of rain, two parts atomized red dirt.