I was recently asked to be one of the featured storytellers for the next installment of Truth Be Told, an open mic storytelling event that our local celebrities—I had no idea that I didn’t have a clue how to spell celebrities until this moment… huh—anyway, an event that our local celebrities Steve and Kobi have... Continue Reading →
Gooseberry Strikes Again
That three-week jaunt out to the West Coast took a pretty hefty bite out of the old PTO bank this year. We managed to salvage a Boundary Waters out of the remaining shreds, but the annual pilgrimage to the North Shore was left with an empty purse. It is, however, completely unacceptable that a year... Continue Reading →
Home
I'm home. Again. Pulled in late last night from driving home with Rachel from Oregon. I have crossed the bulk of this country three times this year, something I never thought might happen. I am more of a slow traveler, and until now, a 35+ hour drive to get to any destination, even one as... Continue Reading →
Day Twenty-Four: Tuesday, June 12th, Greetings
We never found Delaware. All those miles, and all that adventuring, and Delaware was nowhere to be see. We did hike with a lovely woman from Delaware, so maybe that counts for something. We even threatened to follow her back to her car, but--ridiculous her--she let her Rhode Islander friend chauffeur her across the country.... Continue Reading →
Day Twenty-Three: Monday, June 11th, Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jog
I spent a few years in Ames, Iowa, back in the day. Wallowed through a few years of school here, met my first husband in the vicinity, generally milled about some. Ames happened to fall directly on top of the need for dinner tonight, so we stopped in. While I would have liked to have... Continue Reading →
Day Twenty-Two: Sunday, June 10th, More Boulder Respite…
I've never had the experience of winding down from a vacation before actually getting home, and I don't totally hate it. We are pretty-well wasted, which doesn't lend itself to grand adventures with family here, but just hanging out might be even better. And maybe the vacation let-down will be a little bit less, having... Continue Reading →
Day Twenty-One: Saturday, June 9th, Chateau de Boj, Boulder, CO
Uff. We hit the end-of-trip wall. Started the day with big plans to go to the pool with the kids today, and then all run up to Rocky Mountain National Park tomorrow. Ended the day with a short trip to the park across the street with the kids, and maybe a jaunt to the pool... Continue Reading →
Day Twenty: Friday, June 8th, Bryce Canyon and the long road to Boulder…
Wow. Bryce Canyon. Wow. But already I'm ahead of myself... The Airbnb was great. The beds were passable--let's be honest, they felt like heaven compared to the string of second-rate Intex--and, and as previously mentioned, the place was clean and cozy. A win. And after the refund from Utah's finest state park, pretty modestly priced,... Continue Reading →
Day Nineteen: Thursday, June 7th, Zion National Park, and more…
You know that hiking in from the highway option if you miss curfew? Turns out people use it at all hours, and the quickest way back to any site in the campground is through our site. Thankfully none of them were putting forth any effort at being stealthy, so I had no fears that they... Continue Reading →
Day Eighteen: Wednesday, June 6th, Through the Desert to Hurricane, UT
Up at the butt-crack of dawn and eager to get moving. From furnace to fire, but there is always hope that Utah's in for an unexpected cold front. How was the drive? Hot. Hotter than the fourth level of hell, where the AC is most definitely broken. Fortunate turn of events though... In a wave... Continue Reading →
Day Seventeen: Tuesday, June 5th, Sequoia’s Last Stand
Big Trees. Indeed. The little energy we had to expend today took up up to General Sherman, and the desperately-in-need-of-renovation Lodgepole Visitor Center. The Giant Forest Museum further down was quite nice yesterday, but the Visitor Center up by the Lodge is stuck in the wrong century. I can only hope it's next on the... Continue Reading →
Day Sixteen: Monday, June 4th, Sequoia-Kings Canyon
Obviously, up early to beat the oppressive heat. So far the Intex is withered, but still inflated. I'm not ecstatic with how very squishy it is in this climate, but I'm happy to be slightly aloft of the razor gravel, so... The drive into Sequoia was lovely, I'm sure, but to be painfully honest, we're... Continue Reading →
