Tango and I set out for a long walk along the shoreline. The water level is low like all the other reservoirs in the area: water goes downstream throughout the summer for irrigation, and the eagerly anticipated snow melt next spring will fill them again. Before we reach the beach, we see our first sign…
Yesterday morning I make a deal with myself: clean the kitchen, do my monthly paperwork and fold last week’s laundry, then go camping. It is difficult to believe that someone my age has to make bargains with herself to get chores done. It worked, though, and when finished, I scoot to the grocery store to…
To my surprise, rain fell all Sunday night and through the next morning. I stayed inside the camper, but did not have any charge left on my computer or Kindle. I anticipated this, so when I was home for work on Sunday, I packed up some print books (wildlife photography, Henri Nouwen) and a notebook.…
Back at the campsite after my trip to Buffalo, I explore by foot the meadow where I am camped. When in National Parks and Forests, people often do not wander more than 50 yards from their car, which is about 1.5 average city blocks. I vowed a long time ago to not be a part…
I come back to the Bighorn Mountains because the other places I am considering expect rain. For my last outing, I entered the Bighorms from Sheridan (Hwy 14), this time, from Buffalo (Hwy 16). I drove up on the the Cloud Peak Scenic Byway, into a more southerly section of the mountains. The terrain appears…
I found a quiet and empty campground last night, where I quickly set up Half Moon. I had household and garden things to attend to yesterday, so this is a quick trip on my remaining day off. I am closer to home this time, at the sprawling Glendo State Park, which is situated around an…
On the east slope of the Rocky Mountains, summer thunderstorms swell up in the afternoon. When a storm seems especially dark and menacing, I turn on my weather radio. Such a storm came up the second afternoon camping at Hawk Springs, and the radio told me of a damaging storm with quarter-sized hail and 60…
…to my camper that is! I made it back to Fort Collins, CO on Sunday, and U-Haul had all the right parts for the hitch. First thing Monday morning, I drove towards Denver to pick up Half Moon, my pop-up camper. A friendly technician showed me how everything works, and he had me disassemble and…
The morning is cool, calm, and luscious at only 60 degrees. I feel fall in the air and I see in the forecast that we can expect thunderstorms. This is only a fluke; we have a hot, dry August ahead of us until fall finally graces our region. But, I like the promise of this…
After a quiet week I’ve been roaming around. Saturday I drove 120 miles south to Fort Collins, CO. We had a minister meeting there. It was fun to see others and share stories. I drove down early in the day. Did I wander through the beautiful open spaces in Fort Collins? Did I check out…