Hiking Memory Lane

Eyeing our Vulture Peak objective from afar, I didn't have a single specific recollection of climbing it. But my Bobbie App says we did, and she's seldom wrong about such things. It's highly unusual for me to forget a "checkmark" on a summit during our Peak-Bagging youth. However, as my dear ol' Daddy used to say, when there comes a marital difference of opinion, always defer to beauty :).   

Affirmation: A Letter From Leon

Dear Mark and Bobbie...

This Is My Brain On Drugs

We moved south a couple hundred miles from Boulder City (the forecast made us do it). I write this from a boondock in the hill-dale shadows of Vulture Peak, a summit we climbed (there is disagreement here so I'll just say) some time around Y2K.

Through The Looking Glass

We had a couple more hikes around Boulder City... in between blasts of wind and spurts of rain. 

Purgatory

I was watching the BCS Championship game the night before departing Lovely Ouray. As time ran out, I could have swore I heard Bear Bryant groan from his grave. Indeed, Clemson—down 14—came from behind, scored a touchdown with one second left on the clock, and beat almighty Alabama 35 to 31. Crimson Tide fans wept.

Forget "Resolutions!" Instead Make a "Plan," and Make it Happen

Bobbie and I had a New Year Eve eve snow-romp up to Commodore  Basin with son, Caleb, and dottor-n-law, Kelli. Lordy, it was such a beautiful, warm day... so nice, in fact, that if all of winter was "such," I could almost winter here :).

On Chronic Remorse For Repeat Offenders.... Absolution verses Penance

     
“It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution...”
"The Picture of Dorian Gray," Oscar Wilde