Dirt season is rapidly coming to a close on the High Planes. Morning temperatures have been in the twenties for two of the last three days but not this morning. This morning it was 48 degrees when I left the cottage on my gallant steed. Knowing that I’m only going to get a few more […]
We made it up to Oregon to pick up our little treasure on day 3, right on schedule. He’s even more handsome then we expected. Max was our first French Brittany and he showed us how incredible these dogs are, which is why we made a multi-day road trip to bring Xam into our circle.
No dirt roads lately – on the bike anyway. We did go on a road trip, (in the car). An epic road trip according to our oldest grandson, J.C. who went with us. We picked him up at the airport in Denver and headed west on Interstate 70 across colorful Colorado. Through the Eisenhower Tunnel
Two things that have the power to steal my joy; when I’m out there, getting my daily dose of dirt, are heat and wind. That’s why I like to get out early. The coolest and calmest part of the day is the morning. As the angle of the sun increases, the thermometer and anemometer numbers
I’m pretty sure that the Path to Enlightenment and the Stairway to Heaven aren’t paved in silver and gold or asphalt and concrete. I’m betting they’re covered in dirt. Many of my favorite memories are connected to a dirt road. Even though I grew up during the build out of Eisenhower’s Interstate Highway dream, it