Little Leaper

About all she wanted to do on our hike today was jump off rocks. This one was so big but she was loving it.

Remember when it was fun to throw sand in your own face?

Happy Birthday Alex.
I am thinking of you today, and always.
I love you.

I just happened to read this last night:

Don't be dismayed at good-byes.
A farewell is necessary
before you can meet again.
And meeting again,
after moments or lifetimes,
is certain for those
who are friends.

highway country

It will be Spring soon and the desert will be blooming with indian paintbrush and desert marigolds. I'm in the mood. I'm in the mood to head East across the Navajo Nation in a pick-up, chewing sunflower seeds with the shells on and listening to highway country. (or maybe even the soundtrack to Dances With Wolves.)

I know I would stop at Glen Canyon Dam, walk to the middle as my ritual demands, and stare down into the deep green water of my canyon, shut my eyes and feel the big trucks blowing up wind behind my back. From there, I would follow the electric train line along highway 98 all the way to where it picks up its coal and... keep going. Keep going... stopping only behind the Navajo school bus to count kids hopping out into the dust... one little, two little, three little indians. Dad would think that was funny.

Nearing Monument Valley, I think I'd stop at the Burger King Dad swore was the world's best. And later, past four corners, for an original breast and coleslaw at Cortez's KFC.

I'm in the mood. I'd like to see the desert blooming. I'd like to see Dad's desert- the way it was that one special spring- after the winter of the freak rainfall- like on that postcard he sent.

After crossing the Dolores river, banks overflowing, I would start to climb. I'd wind up the San Juan mountain range at sunset, brush the timberline at dusk, and descend in darkness to that pretty little horror town... the way I've done it a million times over.

I'd like some time to think about it.
And watch the sun sink like a stone.
On a long drive alone.

hello, all - just a quick post...
alana, this reminded me of you. enjoy...

TROUT

i do my best
to keep pointlessness
at bay. but here,
wet above my
knees, i let it fly.
here, hot and cold,
fingers thick with
thinking, i try to
tie the fly and look
for the net, loosening
the philosophical
knot of why i came
here today, not yet
knowing whether
i'll free or fry
the rainbows
and browns once
they're mine.

by Kathryn Starbuck

Cuteness

Newport Beach, here I come! And I'm bringing my cute little ruffled behind with me!

Janna's Birthday

And it only took me 3 weeks to post these!

Dad 67

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Alan!

I know you like this "column", so I hope you get this message.

I wish you were here to celebrate your day with us.  Only 67, and gone already.

We miss you.  Lots of love from Me and our Family.

C J

Jake and Diana

Just another gloriuos day out on the veranda! I can't believe I am lucky enough to have this place, but then the fact that I get dropins from Jake --Priceless! I better stop with the photos if I want him to keep coming around. This was taken before we headed out for a bite to eat at the Cheesecake Factory -- Yummy!

Snow Valley Instructors

gym day 2

asked Alana to go with me, whoa!  not just the bike but three machines and then a trip to the tanning salon!  I am used to tiptoeing into the water, not Alana;  jump in with both feet!  So, I should be shipshape and brown soon.

BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

I went to the gym tonite for the first time in my life.  I was very nervous. I told them I had never been and my daughters said to start on the sit down bicycle.  The young man sat me on it and taught me everything I needed to know.  I did it for 10 minutes, didn't want to overdo. He told me to go home and stretch, I did.  I will try to go most every day.  I hope I can walk in the morning.  

I can't believe I got brave enough to do this by myself!

Clicky Click.

What the Wind Said

Did any of my fellow St. Georgians awake to the howling wind last night?

First on my wear-the-pants agenda was to secure the homestead. Next was to find out where Brandon was. I found him upstairs on the couch oblivious to everything except his heartburn. I said, "Take some Pepto Bismol, fool!" and then went outside, bathrobed, to catch the stroller before it disappeared.

This front-porch outing primed me with those freaky feelings you get when you have to take the garbage can to the end of the driveway at night and end up running back, heart pounding, sure monsters or The Nothing are coming.

After I sent Brandon to bed I had to find out what was rattling on the back porch so I would be able to sleep. I had just stepped out when I met The Nothing eye to eye. The city lights illuminated the dust blown up into the black sky in a fashion I had never before seen.

"It was just the light bulb rattling in the socket? You are one hypersensitive woman- no wonder you don't sleep," I said to myself. With a deep breath, I turned my back on IT.

No sooner, the very fabric of spacetime gusted up behind me and slapped me on the ass very harassment-like. I was shocked first by its firm hand and then totally offended by what it said to me. I'm sure it hissed, "This is the beginning of the end."

I was horrified.
But I thought it could be right.
Can you feel it in your bones?
Can you feel the very earth and the whole of humanity, unrested, vibrating at a dangerous frequency like crystal ready to explode?


Spacetime.
I imagine the satellite to be the one Iran just launched.
What poetic imagery!

I LOVE YOU ... but ...

PLEASE, do yourself a favor and click here.
It will have you laughing through each and every face. I still can't figure out if the caption is what the face is saying or what someone else is saying to the face. What do you think?

Feel Better Emmet!
Poor little squirt.

Little Sister is the New Big Brother

Andrea has instructor line-up every morning at 9:45 Utah time. Check out the base web cam.
I easily picked her out and zoomed right up to her face. YOU CAN CLICK AND GAIN CONTROL OF THE WEB CAM, ZOOMING IN AND OUT AND SPINNING 360. I called her. She didn't answer but after the meeting I saw her check my message. I love it! I will be checking in all the time to spy. It makes me feel like I am right there with her today.

Home Sweet Home!

When I was unpacking Saturday morning, this was the first photo I came across -- I think that was beyond chance. It brought me peace about being here for some reason. The weather has been exactly like in the photo sunny and warm. I was so excited when I woke up this morning the backbay was tucked in by the fog -- heaven!

Snow Valley

A perfect day... sunny, about 75 degrees. skiing with Nick, free private lessons with Mike. everyone come up soon!!