Notes from Westwater
The left front tire bounced over a boulder, the right front tire left the ground, and my hubby called, “Lean your way!”
We could see the red bottom of a deep, deep gully below us.
To be honest, before we left Blanding, I’d been worrying about friends suffering from COVID, family situations, and...
Last week as I looked out the window at the stars, the story of the first English poem, “Song of Creation,” came to mind.
According to Bede, an eighth-century historian, an illiterate man named Caedmon herded the cattle owned by a great monastery on Northumbria’s rolling hills in what is now...
During the Prohibition, Albert “Dubinky” Anderson and his father Albert Anderson operated a moonshine still in Valley City, five miles south of Crescent Junction.
After agents arrested the father for bootlegging, he moved his still to Little Valley where he was again fined and jailed.
Perhaps...
Recently, one of my friends told me that when she and her husband drove up on Blue Mountain to view the fall colors, they wended their way along an aspen-lined road.
“The leaves seemed illuminated from within,” she said. “The light didn’t come from the sun because it was a cloudy day.”
Ted and I...
Years ago, with our wedding date approaching, Ted and I planned our honeymoon in the great Southwest. Because it sounded romantic, I said, “Let’s go someplace with white sand.”
I pictured an area with pure white sand glittering in the sunlight and a rich blue sky arching overhead. Oddly enough, I...
The discovery and continued exploration of Carlsbad Caverns and other caves in the Guadalupe Mountains seems every bit as dangerous and awe-inspiring as the recent ventures into space. Like most people, I’d heard about the caverns for a long time, but never had a chance to visit them until this...
On August 21, 2021, Ted, Oggie, and I left Layton, UT with a U-Haul full of our oldest grandson’s belongings and headed for Harlingen, TX, a border town near the Gulf Coast where he had accepted a job as a new nurse.
In years past, we’d traveled through the panhandle on the way to or from Kansas...
Once, while visiting Santa Fe, we toured a gallery that featured the paintings of Albert Scharf, a skyscape artist.
His powerful images of Southwestern clouds have since prompted me to look up at heaven’s landscape, especially this last July when beautiful cumulous clouds towered over San Juan...
Since our 1991 pickup wouldn’t start, we left it at Cunningham Gulch and bumped down the road to Silverton in Ron Blackburn’s truck. Strangely, we soon spotted a tow truck coming toward us with lights flashing. Ron slowed. “Do you want to talk to him?”
“Sure,” Ted said. “What are the chances of...
My mother died on May 16, 2014 in the San Juan Medical Center in Farmington, NM. Her three-week stay there for renal failure had been a roller coaster of hope and despair with the doctors bringing her back from death several times.
But after they put her on the ventilator the last time, they...