July 1st. 2019
- Hike – 1.4 miles.
- Mosquitos – Thousands.
- One hour away from home.
- Should have started earlier in the day.
..Today’s adventure is a place we have already been a few years ago when we visited from South Carolina.
Independence Rock, Wyoming.
..Last time the weather was fair and rabbits were all over the place.
..The plan today was to walk around it and then hike to the top. Well… that plan got seriously altered. First of all, a bit of mornings laziness crept into our plans causing to arrive late into the morning. The second was the fact that this time any spot that helps any measure of moisture produced clouds of Mosquito’s Continue reading
The Elegance of Snow.
In the elegance that often arrives with delicateness.
The powderly white accumulates in inches before my eyes.
Shall it be one or two today or maybe even four inches from the sky.
Christal cold, bright but not old.
The canvas is laid anew without a track to be found.
For the foolishness few are tested, that I have seen.
Like a woman with her dress, flipped a bit to high over her head.
Car and rider are flipped on it’s side.
To be seen ungracefully skidding by before all the eyes.
While truck and plow shows just how,
parking lot land-locked glaciers are smashed together.
Gray and grimy cousins,
Of there northern graceful brethren.
O the show has started, gather around y’all from far and wide.
For in this simple ring we have slips and falls,
back flips and somersaults.
Not to be outdone by bruise hips and aching backs.
With crumpled fenders from big truck racks.
The settling cold of winters approach,
turns the chapter of yet another season.
With little bits of drifting white,
Along the Wyoming road.
The color of the land has been kidnaped away,
flake by flake like a school kids eraser.
Bite of cold awakens the morning face,
As the ears and nose quickly chill.
Scrape the ice, bust it free so that you can see.
Stomp the snow from the shoes, to keep it all clean.
Gee, another day of snowy white under the deep blue sky.
What a contrast of colors, what a contrast of temperatures.
Gray and muted are but few.
And then the heat returns like a old friend for a day, maybe three.
And the brown fall colors of the fall prairie fields return for all to see.
Note: Ok, so I had a bit of fun creating the above image. Not that I am saying I am a dinosaur or that we are eating dinosaurs. But after moving to Wyoming it seems every town has a museum for dinosaurs because it’s the farmers who sometimes find the bones in the fields.
I wanted to give a three-week report on a new diet we are trying. First of all, I am not going to be filling this simple report with many of the facts anyone can find on the internet. I will say there is a lot of growing support and facebook groups for eating this way. All I want to do in this simple report is simply just let people know what my wife and I have been discovering with this diet.