I woke up thinking of a stretch of Highway 395 in California, running up the Owens Valley between the Sierra Nevada and the White Mountains, a ribbon of road on brown earth under blue sky. I once worked there, from Round Valley down to Lone Pine. I remembered how hard it was to leave it …
Best wishes for the new year to all my friends and family..
No sleeping late on bright mornings. And I’ve got coffee.
I resort to taking pictures with my iPhone when I don’t have much to say. It happens more often these days. Here I am again. Don’t get me wrong. I’m reading plenty and I watch many hours of news and punditry on TV. I have rewarding conversations via email with several friends. Cowboy is always …
Coyote in the rain. Heeler in the rain.
We’re back on the trail this morning after hearing from Cowboy’s vet that his cancer has not spread since surgery June 28 to remove a malignant tumor. This is good news. It at least means there’s so far no evidence of the cancer spreading in my 6-year-old pal and it probably means the adenocarcinoma is …
dream ranch 