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Chumbawamba Summer (I get knocked down…)

As we approach Labor Day, I am glad to be rid of this summer. It’s been a doozy. It started out beautifully–perfect temps, sunny days, no bugs (which to horse people is a blessing), and a ton of projects and hope. Nothing lasts forever. The temps went crazy like a terrier in a room fullContinue reading “Chumbawamba Summer (I get knocked down…)”

Didion’s Vortex*

1979We left Denver and headed West on I-70. The greenish-yellow Ford Maverick sped toward the waiting range. Maps spread across the front bench seat. The windows were rolled down letting in the summer air. The highway threaded through canyons. Though the car rolled ever-upward, the mountains seemed to grow, their whitening peaks promising cool reliefContinue reading “Didion’s Vortex*”