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Moving to the Mountains

Packing Up I’ve been in Missoula for the past couple of weeks packing up our little house, sprucing it up so the next owner will walk through the door and fall in love. I want that with all of my heart, for the next owner to feel that glorious sense of home every time she walks through the garden gate. And, damn, does this sweet house deserve it! In its 102 years, it’s been loved and abused and loved again. I...

Beauty Shines Through

“The clouds collect above, drift by like marching armies on their way to war, bringing storms and salvation. Which, is yours to discover.   The tension builds, the winds begin their frantic dance, increasing the pressure, the strength, the intensity until you want to escape. But you’re on an open plain, nowhere to run, no place to run to, so the armies catch you, open their ranks and swallow you in chaos, confusion, panic,  despair and desperation until they spit...

3 Weeks and 2 Days Until Liberation

Sometimes you just want to go home. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love this traveling lifestyle. I still enjoy the waking up in new places and that moment of, “Where the heck are we?” and soaking in the scents and smells and sights and, well, different-ness of a new location, the peculiarities that make it so NOT home. It’s fun, exciting, always an adventure. But, so far, no matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing, after a...

I Am An Athletic Supporter

And they’re off! Austin Marathon Start. Go Erik, Go! So, we just got back from Austin, TX (FABULOUS city, by the way) having traveled there this past weekend for the Austin Marathon. No, smart-asses, I didn’t run it, my athletically-inclined husband did. Me? I just tagged along for the chance to experience a city I haven’t seen before and get the hell out of Clovis for awhile. Oh, and to play my role as Athletic Supporter. Yea, there was that....

Poor Me Sucks It Up

Angel of Santa Fe I was sitting here with still frozen pipes and my “poor me” attitude firmly affixed, looking out at a cold and not-so-pretty view and longing for the end of this assignment so we could just move ON already. I’m tired of red dirt and dust that filters into every crevice, flat-as-a-pancake, sticker and cactus encrusted plains, the smell of cow manure and frigid, freeze-you-to-the-bone wind and I’m really sick of the name…Clovis. Really? With such poetic...

Deep Freeze

Frozen Window It was minus 25 degrees this morning. And I live in a motorhome. I really feel it’s about time to rethink my life. Really, if I wanted to live through temps like this, I could have gone home to Montana and at least had the pleasure of beautiful scenery, things to do and friends and family to shack up with. To say I’m cold is an understatement. My poor dogs won’t even go outside voluntarily, their paws freezing...