Carrying the load

When my ego tries to convince me that I'm still 25, telling me to "send it," my brain has to pull rank and remind my body that I'm 65...

Back at it

Eight of us gathered in the small cabin to celebrate the 400th anniversary of the first Thanksgiving...

The pilgrimage restored the essence of who I am...

It's the perfect match of where we are and who we are...

Every time we come down off The Mountain, we find ourselves refreshed and recharged...

Life is good. It's better with this Jeep in it...

The occasional soft whoosh of the furnace blowers last night was a welcome change...

We're comfortable here. We have all the services we need. It's not just "as good a place as any" -- it's a very good place...

All's well. Beer's cold. Heat's back. Bring on winter...

It was a good day for Deb and me, even though all we did was cast about town...