
Cold, extremely windy, cloud speckled skies greeted me in, or maybe followed me to, Lovell, Wyoming, my stepping off area to the Bighorn Canyon National Recreation Area. I booked a hotel for two nights, and prayed the weather would cooperate when I would be driving up to the canyon ridge. I woke up to a colder, gray, cloudy morning, which actually turned out to be a good hiking day. The wind had died down a little, but I decided to spend the first day checking out an historic ranch site and hike a canyon that didn’t take me up into…

My life is exploding with change, a glorious firework of freedom and the unknown in front of me! As I approached the sale of my home in mid July, everything felt just a little bit off, though heading in the right direction. The adventure actually began the week before the closing with a bike trip in the Black Hills of South Dakota. I joined my girls, Joy, Robin and Sarah, on an unforgettable excursion with the plan to bike 109 miles of the George S. Mickelson Trail, beginning in Deadwood. Through planning, we knew the first 16 miles or so…
The following story was published on Jan. 17, 2024 on The Raven’s Perch, an online literary magazine. theravensperch.com The Hunt Today is the day I go hunting for a moose. One year ago today, I watched the spirit of my grandmother pull itself free from her mangled earthly body. She always called that body a gift, a temporary vessel that allowed her to experience life, though towards the end it became more of a prison. “Take me home,” she said. “Where is home?” I asked. She had been living in a nursing home for a few years, which was difficult…
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