This Land That I Loved Young

Karen and I decided to do something this summer that we had never done before. We rented an RV and drove through Kansas, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Colorado with our friends Bob & Sheila. Why? Perhaps this western wandering was a grasping after the nomadic ideal, a searching after stories about the land and…… Continue reading This Land That I Loved Young

RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days

We have wandered the west lassoing Wyoming, and taking in OK, KS, NE, SD, ID, and CO. My Dad loved wandering vacations so he took his teenage brother, his parents and three Taylor children and drove the eight of us to California in a Chrysler Imperial that looked like a batmobile. My dad had always…… Continue reading RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days

RV 4 Greybull WY to Livingston MT

Last night we slept near Big Timber. I love the cathedral of woods, sunlight scattering through trees on a summer afternoon like smoking lasers. The maternal side of my family came from a misnamed place in the panhandle of Oklahoma, Boise City (Boise is tree in French) which was a lie propagated by real estate…… Continue reading RV 4 Greybull WY to Livingston MT

RV three

Bob and She She Karen taking in some mountain scenery Bob still loves an atlas…”one should be still keen enough to know when to continue wandering in a particular direction…” Highway 16 Lake in Bighorn Mountains Bighorn mountains Prairie shower was brisk Sunday night pork beef burgers in Graybull Graybull KOA A drugstore opened in…… Continue reading RV three

RV two

Zephyrus, the Greek god of the gentle west wind appeared at our Redwater Revival Camp last night just a stones throw over the South Dakota border into Wyoming. As one local proprietor in Spear Fish phrased it, “I wouldn’t give you a plug nickel for the rest of South Dakota.” It’s beautiful here. Tomorrow we…… Continue reading RV two

Into the Woods

Whenever I see a Slow Children at Play sign, I picture kids running in slow motion and I make a comment about children playing deliberately and my wife rolls her eyes. I’m just glad the idea is still alive. Children playing I mean, alone, away from adults, preferably not on streets but near streams of…… Continue reading Into the Woods

The Winter of Our Unsettled Season

It was a tough year to be human in 2020. I mentioned this in passing to our cat, Boo, and she looked at me with cold green eyes, blinked, and walked away unfazed by the concerns of her bipedal servant. Oh to be so carefree. Alas, I’m feeling more Jimmy Buffett these days when he…… Continue reading The Winter of Our Unsettled Season

The Naked Eye

Rain drips from the eaves of our cabin porch near Westcliffe, Colorado, as Led Zeppelin’s The Rain Song plays in my ear pods. It’s 60 degrees and the sky is electric as I gaze at the Sangre de Cristo Mountains rising like blue steel in the distance. The mountains whisper as I write, distracting me,…… Continue reading The Naked Eye