Hanging memories on each highline pole
We should have made it home by now, but dad seems to have a love/hate relationship with those state signs positioned at every border crossing. He loves the anticipation of…
I’m sorry; so sorry
I have a horrible confession to make; sometimes we do things while away from the Casa that we would never even consider doing back home. The allure of new places…
Keep rolling
Dad here; the heat and friction of the sandstone in Moab took its toll on Charlie's getupandgo, and today she's moving around like an old woman. She is digging the…
Where the streets have no name
Dad's alarm just went off, just like it usually does on Monday at 0500, in a misguided notion that showing up at the office a bit early will allow him…
Here we go again…
I'd better grab the the opportunity to post when I can. Traveling with dad is an "unique" experience, and not for everyone; even the patience of mom is tested to…
Westward ho
Tonight we ride We're heading west To the valleys and the mountains Where the eagle makes her nest And if our bones bleach in the desert We'll consider we are…
