It was overheard on the streets of our beloved Andes, a comment from a Brooklyn hipster: “We are now really up in the boondocks.”……………..
I sat in a very favorite place (about two in the afternoon) with no annoying and biting black flies, as I was fully doused in OFF, totally enjoying the serenity and silence.
Sometimes it is hard to have an experience that initiates the writer/thought process, but not this morning.
Jack talks about being bit by a tick and how lucky he was since it had been embedded for several days – and other musings.
A white flash on the white snow, a black spot behind: What was it?…Read the article and you will find out all you need to kno regarding weasels.
On January 11th, a day of an unusually warm temperature (57 degrees) and with all snow now gone, it was too perfect not to take a short walk around and check the local trails. It was muddy in places, but this did not deter my friendly EDG (the emotionally disturbed grouse) of finding me and looking for a handout.