So a few miles away from the Navajo Bridge over the Colorado River on the Vermilion Cliffs Highway (No. 89A) in Arizona and practically right next door to the Cliff Dweller Lodge Susan and I stayed in with the pups that first night, we were enthralled not only by a bevy of balanced rocks along …
In between tending to the pups today I’ve been going through the 45,026,007,235 vacation photos Susan and I took and this one that Susan snapped of me takin’ her easy July 10 in the smaller of the two portals that make up Partition Arch in Utah’s Arches National Park is near the top of my …
Another from the “One Should Never Fail To Acknowledge Kindness†file… or perhaps the “One Should Never Fail To Make Others Never Fail To Recognize Kindness” file: July 17, 2006 Grand Canyon National Park Attn: Joe Alston, Superintendent P.O. Box 129 Grand Canyon, AZ 86023 Dear Superintendent Alston, As part of a 4,500-mile, 16-day vacation …
From the “One Should Never Fail To Acknowledge Kindness” file: July 17, 2006 The Coconino County Sheriff’s Office Attn: Officer Woolbright / Dist. 3 No. 34 P.O. Box 39 Flagstaff, AZ 86002-0039 Dear Officer Woolbright, I just wanted to take a moment and thank you for the courtesy you showed in issuing me a warning …
I’m exhausted so I’ll keep this brief, or fail to. Susan and I and the four pups (believed by the kennel caretaker at the Grand Canyon to be border collie mixes) are home in six respective individual pieces. We left the Grand Canyon at 7:45 a.m. and after arrived home 515 miles later (including a …
Having been woefully without internut access since we entered Yellowstone National Park on July 5, on the way out of Arches National Park outside of Moab, Utah, this morning I’d been planning on catching you all up about the stuff we saw (like this) and did with the distant hope that I’d be able to …
My foresight’s always been in need of some serious prescription lensification. Never has this been more clearly demonstrated than with our decision on the way to our July 3 destination of Susan’s grandma’s house in Troy, Mont., to venture up into Canada just because it was so dang close. So up US Highway 95 we …