Tied to the Post
Sunrises and sunsets over this high desert country are fabulous at this time of year. They often look as if someone took a match and fired-up an entire bank of burners.
Recently I found myself sitting atop a large flat rock surrounded by a field of dry, yellow grass while the chilly wind rattled through stalks of once vibrant wild columbine.
A hike into Pole Canyon
Last Sunday afternoon, I took the opportunity to go on a short hike, starting my trek west of Monticello on the northeastern flank of what locals call Blue Mountain.
Bluff yellow roses
The wild yellow roses of spring have blossomed on the Gaines’ property just across the dusty gravel parking lot of Twin Rocks Trading Post.
A Bee C
Early Wednesday morning I loaded Buffy the Wonder Dog into my old Ford pickup and headed north. Destination: San Juan High School, Blanding, UT.
A few stones short of a cluster
Once in a while, Barry and I have visitors at Twin Rocks Trading Post who say something like, “Wow, I am glad I finally caught you open. I have been here several times and you are always closed.”
A trace of truth
“Am I not crazy?,” the woman said as we strolled about the Twin Rocks Trading Post perusing the displays. “I shouldn’t love this stuff, but I can’t not!”