Tent Rocks: someplace you gotta go, and my family thought they looked a little like something else . . .

Yes, they're called tent rocks, but as you wander through the trail to the top of the mesa, it feels like you're wandering through another world.  A bit like Star Wars or a bit phallus depending on your state of mind, but in either case, it is magnificent. The monument is about an hour north …

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Hidden spots in Bandelier

It has been warming up around here, and it makes me yearn for summer and weekend hikes. This weekend I've been daydreaming about places we've been and places I'd like to be if it were warm. So my next few posts will be my summer daydreams. Soon enough it will be warm and we'll be …

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Where to run or ride for the fun of it, and the health of it . . .

In the summer and winter months, we can go to the gym to get some exercise. But more often then not, water cooler conversation at my office consists of talk about new trails or secret spots to take a run or a ride to get an hour of sun and exercise. Summer or winter, we …

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Oh, the snow….

Winter can be long and cold in the southwest. The sun is glorious during the day, but the evening cold can make you want to hibernate like a bear. When the sun sets at 5pm and warmth of the sunlight gives way to below zero temperatures within minutes, it is challenging to venture out and …

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The Sunset Project

A post everyday for 2013: the sunset. Each  morning over a cup of coffee with my co-workers we remark on the beauty of the morning's sunrise or the previous evening's sunset. We talk about the moonset or the rainstorm's cloudburst, and sunset over the hills from the evening before. It reminds me of how the sunrise …

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Rural homes: sticks, mud, bricks or…

Fifteen years ago when I moved from St. Louis out west, one thing I learned was that a home was something that many folks built themselves, even if they weren't contractors as a profession.  This concept was new to me - that people who worked full-time in other jobs would build themselves a home. They …

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