Monthly Archives: March 2018

Well – that was a lovely surprise: a snow free trail – a spectacular canyon – lunch on a sunny beach – a great 14K hike through beautiful woods and along pretty creeks – well – the surprises just continued … Continue reading →

Credit first: thanks to Sheila for these images from our snowshoe yesterday up Mount Crowe! Such a fun day! And today – such a difference. Raining – I think that means spring, right? Right? I walked the dogs on the … Continue reading →

We could not have picked a finer day for snowshoeing up Mount Crowe – the skies were blue, the temperatures were warm, the snow was idyllic, and the company, of course, was awesome. No really – Tammy, Nicky, and Sheila … Continue reading →

I was delighted to see the email from Sheila yesterday saying, “I’m back – let’s hike!” And so we did. We went up Payne Bluffs – yes, still with snowshoes and still with tons of snow. The whole trip was only … Continue reading →

So today I made the terrible mistake of choosing to submit my manuscript/short stories/one story/proposal/any damn thing including a 10-year-old diary to a publisher/editor/agent/magazine/online site/blog/recycling depot and became so damn discouraged that this is the first thing I have written … Continue reading →

Isn’t she beautiful? This is Abby on the way to the trail – are we there yet mom? Nah – more likely, “Do we have to do this?” So we thought the trail would be snow free – it wasn’t … Continue reading →

Of course we went with Plan B today – how often have we gone with Plan A this winter? Answer: bloody well not often! Plan A: Whitewater ski area and head up either White Queen or Evening Ridge. Plan B … Continue reading →

Yup – this is pretty much what it looks like out there on March 24. It’s been snowing since early morning – and it’s still snowing and it doesn’t look anywhere close to stopping. Which will likely cancel our snowshoeing trip … Continue reading →

I never forget that writing is not only my joy and my go-to (a bit like breathing) but also my therapy. When I’m sad or stressed or when I don’t know what is going on – when I need to sort … Continue reading →

It’s been at least 24 hours – and I still feel like there’s a rock sitting inside my chest. I described it to Simon yesterday, on the drive home, as sadness. That’s partly true – I think it’s also Weltschmerz … Continue reading →