I met an older woman from Anchorage camping here for the weekend. She slept in her van like I used to, but I noticed that she did not have a little cookstove, so I offered her coffee. Of course, she said. Then, I saw another lone female camper who is also from Anchorage and sleeping…
I understand now why magazines and organizations present a Person of the Year, Best Movie of the Year, Best Book of the Year, Best New Musician and so on. These nominations give us something to write–or read–about on dark, cold winter nights when cabin fever begins to freeze body, mind and soul. Thus far, I…
Well, I arrived in Cheyenne before the storm. By bedtime the snow fell lightly, in the morning the PT was covered, and temps sunk to 9 degrees! I did a bit of “slip sliding away” while driving today, but nothing serious. I checked the highway cams along I-25 back to Wheatland, and the roads were…