Rain, rain, rain, on and off. All day, all night. I am protected when I walk Tango by my rain gear, and I am warm and dry at night in my tent. The Mr. Buddy heater inside the tent drives off the chilly evening air once again while I listen to an audiobook in my…
Yesterday I drove to Omak, WA, which is about 60 miles north of me, near the Canadian border. As I drove around the last mountainous curve I was a bit awe-struck by the little town in the wide river valley that is surrounded by soaring mountains. Omak is definately a “movie’set” kind of place in…
Our morning routine is the same wherever we are. Tango energetically leaps from bed while I stumble out. I toss a handful of dog food in his bowl then make coffee. I dig around for shoes and a jacket, pour a cup of hot coffee. Then we are ready to go for a walk. In…