This is where we walk. Taos Valley Overlook is 2,581 acres (about four square miles) of sagebrush, piñon, junipers, rocks, arroyos, mesas, and cliffs. Today we walked almost three miles and only encountered a couple of cyclists. It takes about ten minutes to get here from where we live. One could do worse!
My heart rate was pushing one hundred thirty-two beats per minute near the top of the hill. I thought that was a bit much, but nothing burst. She flew on ahead the way she always does, sometimes with her arms stretched out like wings. (I can beat her on a bike, but that's it.) There [...]
The subject here is art fear, and I just remembered something else. Among my youthful talents was that I sometimes wrote things. There was this nature magazine, not one of the well-known ones, that I'd come by in my adventures. I had a subscription. One month there was an advertisement for a national essay contest. [...]
Oh, it's hard sometimes, knowing which way to go. My sister just had an operation on her trachea to manage a cancer scare. She's in a hospital in Dallas and doing fine, but I've lost one sister already to liver cancer, and this makes me stumble. My wife will need a troubling operation on her [...]
A few days ago I was wound tighter than puke, loco, in the clutches of the Christmas monster. Fortunately, that passed, but by Saturday morning, I was overdue to take a hike. I hadn't walked in several days, and already I could feel my knee-bones start to wander. They have their nerve. It was a [...]