Escape and Return
After making my escape to Gunflint Lodge, I return home to routine and duty and wonder how to hold on to a bit of wildness.
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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Let sleeping dogs lie. That’s what I’m thinking as I look at Latte snuggled next to me. She is flexing her toes and readjusting herself from being curled up into a basketball to stretching like an archer’s bow. Java is curled up next to Steve on the loveseat. She appears to be enjoying the blanket…
The Overgrown Path
I finally managed to fit in a 2012 camping trip last weekend. We decided to go somewhere we hadn’t been before — Itasca State Park. The problem, I discovered, with going somewhere new is you don’t know all the ins and outs of the area. The first out came when we went to our reserved,…
Almost Wordless Thursday and Colorado Flowers
This will be a mostly wordless post as getting back to reality after a vacation is really kicking my butt! Is there such a thing as Wordless Thursday? How about Thoughtful Thursday? Or Therapy Thursday? Oh wait, therapy would involve lots of talking, at least on my part while you would go “And how did…
I’m in Love
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…