Tied to the Post
At 10 a.m., it was already hot. Summer had finally arrived in Bluff, and that, combined with the effects of global warming, had pushed temperatures into the extreme range.
The evening was a dream. Laying in the hammock my wife had given me for my birthday, I watched as twilight set in. Looking up from my woven sling into the slowly darkening sky made me drowsy and so...
Are you doing that?
It was a slow night at Twin Rocks Cafe. Outside giant flakes of snow gently fell, and a thick white blanket cloaked the gravel parking lot. But for the occasional snowplow that scraped and sparked ...
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.