I left some books behind on move overseas in the late 1960s, including my treasured 1964 copy of Starr’s Guide to the John Muir Trail. The Sierra Club publication got a little mildewed over time but two thoughtful friends in Mill Valley, Ca., found it and returned it to me in 2015, with this 1966-1967 …
Somehow my brain jogged from a 6:14 am text from my stepsister about a wildfire near Durango to the Facebook group Vintage Backpacking through the 1970s and thinking about out my own gear from the 1960s. Before the fancy Sierra Designs aluminum frame pack, I had a wooden packboard and canvas packbag from the great …
Above: Art work with thrasher on NM 165. Below: Views from the mesa closest to me.
Another gusty morning in spring: Reading the New York Times on an IPad and bird watching through the window. Little snow left on the mountain, no superbloom on the hills. Jerry Seinfeld, confronted with the Israel-Hamas war, the Times says, “can no longer be about nothing.” On Monday, neighbors and pueblo leaders will celebrate a …
I am watching birds and sifting through email. It’s morning and almost the end of 2023. Most of the emails I receive are from journalism outfits, conservation groups and the AARP, almost all seeking money. The birds are more fun. I’m sure the non-profit journalism folks know this but my legacy or mainstream media providers …
Cowboy2’s first trip up a neighborhood trail. Lots of things to check out, including big dog sign.
Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
Cowboy waits for our morning walk, watching for signals of boots, hat and inhaler, probably thinking that Sunday brunch is for dudes.
First walk and photos with iPhone 14. The usual subjects.
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