Notes from Westwater
“This is the strangest cemetery I’ve ever seen,” I told my hubby as we climbed out of our 4Runner.
The Shumway Pioneer Cemetery was set among junipers with wild grasses plastered down by recent snows. Random graves dotted the stony hillside. Plastic flowers, small toys, and ceramic angels had faded...
As I sit down to write this column, my niece has just been wheeled into surgery to remove a brain tumor. The operation is supposed to last four hours. For three weeks, Liz had been suffering from excruciating headaches. Two days ago, her husband finally convinced her to go to the doctor where the...
Starvation Reservoir shimmered, reflecting billowing clouds overhead. On a distant hill, two horses lifted their heads and pricked their ears as we walked along the road, photographing wildflowers. Sweet peas, purple lupine, white-and yellow-popcorn flowers, lavender penstemons, yellow mule’s ears...
“I’m going down there,” my hubby said, pointing at a deep, rock-strewn hole beside the river bluffs. “You can stay here if you want.”
I had no desire to investigate the hole.
“Something smells bad,” I observed. We’d already wandered by several rank cow carcasses. However, this scent was different,...
We walked down a well-marked path toward a sandy wash in the Bisti/ De-Na-Zin Wilderness, but I couldn’t get the previous day’s images out of my mind.
We had stood in large, open-air building in the National Cemetery for Uncle George’s graveside services. Family members huddled close to keep warm....
Miracle: A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency—Webster’s Dictionary
My family has always found great joy in feeding birds. It started with my grandmother on the Bradbury farm in Kansas. Since...
For Valentine’s my hubby gave me a return trip to where we’d spent part of our honeymoon — Lake Roberts, NM. We planned to leave February 15th, but the forecast predicted snow and high winds. Being sensible, we postponed the trip until the following week.
The next week, the weatherman once again...
Ted started down into the muddy arroyo with our new little buddy, Kenidee, close behind. I followed more slowly. Unexpectedly, my hubby skidded on the slick mire, spun around with one leg in the air to maintain balance, flipped around again, jumped the water, and landed perfectly on the other side...
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.¨ Kahlil Gibran
Our Jeep jolted over what looked like huge slickrock slabs punctuated by polished river rocks. Our niece, her husband, and four of their children followed in their Tahoe.
They’d recently moved to Blanding...
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” Albert Einstein
Many years ago, Ted bought Ellis Palmer’s beautiful, wine-colored GMC pickup with a matching camper shell. Ellis had treated the pickup like a queen, using it to take his...
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