Month: June 2020

“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. John Muir and I share the same hearing range . . . mountain range. Stretching to the sky, a mere couple miles away across Fish Lake as the raven flies, Castle Mountain called today. For this flightless ole duffer it’s a 10 mile trek featuring a washed out…

Ever hear a senior citizen described as “Cute”? Not since they were in diapers, and Depends don’t qualify.  “Cute” is reserved for the young . . . “Old” is old. Here’s some ‘Cuties’ and their Moms . . . except for the red little squirrel perched on my “Old” hand.

Covid-19 isn’t nearly as discouraging to me as is the recent racial turmoil our country is experiencing  . . . I’m reluctant to turn on the news anymore. Our country has never been, will never be perfect, and there will always be an evolving need for improvement in most every area. However, it’s current state is…

Watching Mama and her younguns’ wander through the backyard my thoughts drifted (a perpetual state of mind) back to my childhood. My five younger siblings and I were blessed with a mother whose nurturing, unconditional love set the Gold Standard for 93 years before she left for Home. So how did a cow moose and…

Trumpeter Swans are the largest existing species of waterfowl. With a wingspan that can exceed 10 feet and a weight than can top 25 pounds, they’re also the heaviest North America bird. As impressive as they are territorial, these magnificent birds nearly followed the passenger pigeon’s route to extinction. By 1933 fewer than 70 were known to exist…

The patient devotion of mother swan sitting on her clutch of eggs . . . the foreboding thunder of a gathering mountain storm . . . Creation’s contrasts enveloped me in a tranquil peace today wandering through this majestic corner of the Greatland. The little cares that worried me, I lost them yesterday, out in…