Doing It On The Road(Part II)

The summer here is rapidly ending. One only has to look at the flowers of the Wyoming Fireweed to see that the blossoms are near the top...

The raft dropped into the first hole’s wave and I glanced forward to see a wall of green water. It seemed useless to paddle, as we entere...

I didn’t need to set the alarm as I was too excited to sleep. Awake at 2:48 am, I returning to bed and tossed and turned until six when I...

Several years ago, I purchased a pontoon fishing boat, with the intention of floating the Salt River. I fish the Salt each year but can’t...

I am an umbraphile, I finally found the word that describes me, or at least one aspect of me. The first time I saw the word was when I read...

Last year Renita and I started to work opal rough, some of which were opals from Spenser, Idaho. We needed to make a trip to Idaho Falls ...

Not far from us lies an old ghost town named Caribou City. It was named for Caribou Jack, the prospector that discovered gold in 1897 on ...