Every day on rising, I start with the one thought I’ve had for decades: this is a glorious win; this is another day in paradise.
Sun breaks over the eastern mesa at 7:47 am. Its spreading glow drips lighter tints down the upjutting crags and pancake mounds around us, slower
One day you find yourself home alone with a chance to enjoy some solitude. No work, no chores, no obligations. The day is yours. You
On our guided geology walk at Black Canyon National Park, Ranger Paul talked about the “overhead” of life, the things we need to do in
“Let’s do this,” is a phrase Glenn and I say often to each other. It’s a shared signal that we use to pause and appreciate
I love tent camping, but this isn’t that. Camping Is Roughing It Camping is hauling your food and water and shelter deep into the woods
The redemption of a Type A personality is a subtle thing. The pace of life on permanent vacation reverberates with a nearly imperceptible thrum. Like