Nothing prepared me for the Procession Panel despite all the rock art my hubby and I had seen over the years.
The Procession Panel is a famed tableau carved in a cliff face on the east side of Comb Ridge, and, as its name indicates, portrays a procession of three long lines of people from the west...
Tumbleweeds, cheatgrass, and Russian thistles impeded our passage as we trudged toward the ancient road in Comb Wash.
They posed even more of a challenge for Kenidee, our little schnauzer, who hopped over, sidestepped, or scooted under the prickly weeds, some of which had blown into piles as big as...
We could hear the loud pulsing noise even before we rounded the corner, a noise that didn’t belong in Red Canyon. The sound startled us, and as we kept walking up the wash, it grew louder with every step.
Earlier that morning, Ted had parked the 4 Runner in Red Canyon and unloaded our little ATV. I...
Years ago, I traveled with my family and best friend to the United Kingdom.
We took buses, trains, and taxis to reach our destinations as we toured England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales. One stop remains vivid in my memory—the York Minster in York, North Yorkshire, England.
Workers began...
The San Juan summer sun had seemed intense this year, so Ted, Kenidee, and I relished the moist air and cooler temperatures of the Pacific as we strolled across the beige sand toward the jetty.
We were at the Humbolt Bay along the Redwood Coast in California. Before we could climb onto the jetty,...
Bernadette Logue calls our life here on earth a soul odyssey, an epic adventure, saying we came to learn, heal, grow, and contribute, but neither my hubby nor I had our souls’ odysseys in mind when we left Lehman Caves and caught Highway 50, heading west. We merely felt curious about the wonders we...
When I first read Pigeon Feathers by John Updike, I thought it was lame. A lover of birds, I didn’t like the boy slaughtering pigeons in a barn where they couldn’t escape.
Fourteen-year-old David moves with his mom, dad, and demented grandmother to a Pennsylvania farm.
While orienting himself to...
We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.
– Paulo Coelho
Ted, Kenidee (our mini schnauzer), and I began our journey at Brianhead, UT....
Vivid green in color with a horn on its tail, the caterpillar crawled nonchalantly across the La Quinta parking lot. I’d never seen one so big or bright with orange circles and yellow throughlines decorating its back.
I tossed my suitcase into the 4-Runner and hurried back to scoop it up. After I...
“Would you like to see the only coal mine in San Juan County?” Ferd Johnson asked us one beautiful Sunday morning.
“Sure.” We didn’t hesitate because Ferd has a great memory, wide-ranging experiences, and extensive knowledge about San Juan County. So, anytime he wanted to show us something, we were...