That Wasn't There Yesterday

No rain for three months then three months of rain in three days. No road, no phone, no internet and three days of pulling people out of Cane Creek. When the Bronco finally came out of the mud, the rear axles stayed behind. Now that's mud.

Eye of the Beholder

Long Gone

At first Bugs ate food Kobae missed, then some he hadn't gotten to, then began snatching it under Kobae. Kobae decided to act. By the time Kobae had moved forward, lifted his neck, and opened his mouth, Bugs, was gone.

It's The Drivel

Though the "do" helps, it's the drivel.

The Draw

Somebody got grounded for a long time.

The Cowboy

The horse showed up riderless. For two days they back tracked the prints and 16 miles later found the fallen cowboy. Nobody knows how, or why, just that he had passed. The former lodge owner told me this summer the wife of the cowboy would come by the lodge, as she does every summer, and ask me to go out and tidy up the marker with her, and would we be responsible for it's safekeeping.

Responsibility accepted.

Beyond Chicken Corner

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but, by those moments that take our breath away.

Hurrah

Sunset on Hurrah and the drive down to Base Camp.

Catacombs

From inside the Wind Caves.

Stairway to Heaven

......and we're climbing the stairway to heaven.

Jackson Hole Loop/Jacob's Ladder

Tom had heard of the difficulty of the Jackson Hole Loop Jacob's Ladder bicycle trail. Still, it was a bit more than he expected.

Never Too Early

Never too early to worship the winter Gods.

Shhhhhh

Only one place in the trail, traveling the west side of Hurrah made Tom concerned.

Rockie's Depression

Devastated by the news she hasn't been selected to compete in the upcoming Desert Games, Rockie attempts to eat her way out of depression.

Sunday Morning

Not coming up the driveway, or over Hurrah, or up Hurrah, or thru Cane Creek. Back at Base Camp, Tom ponders the future of this country when the paperboy won't pedal 36 miles to deliver Sunday paper.

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

It's quiet in the Canyonlands, and even a whisper travels a long way. Kobae heard what others were saying. He was a sloppy eater, left food on the table, you can't take him over to your mother's. But today, Kobae ate slow, deliberate, and was efficient. Kobae had proved them wrong. He hadn't left even a scrap and he wasn't sloppy about it. This time, Kobae left the dinner table, smiling, confident he had vanquished any talk like that, ever again.

Desert de solei

As the desert games draw nearer, a gymnast continues preparations.

Road Construction

Mother Earth had been working on this lizardway for a million years, and still, there was work to be done. Fortunately, it was a holiday, and traffic was light.

Worship the Sun God

Morning comes to the Canyonlands, and the ritual begins.

The Culprit

There was a crashing sound, then another, and a third. When Tom walked around to the side of the lodge, one dirt bike had mysteriously fallen over, hitting a second, which fell, and hit a third, which fell against an ATV. Then, Tom heard a noise.

Mysterious no more.

Have you no shame?

Kobae had complained to Tom before about the neighbors upstairs. The constant banging.........