In Santa Barbara last week, I nearly froze from the morning fogs that can’t be kept out, can’t be avoided. I purchased an expensive sweater and wandered through Sid’s workshop in that and some thick ugly socks. This evening, it’s 90°F here in the People’s Republic of Boulder Colorado and I am on the porch … Continue reading 90 in the shade
The air is lighter and cleaner here. I feel healthy just walking down to my favorite coffee house. Actually, my favorite coffee house here is one of about four different ones around here. Five, maybe. Everyone has a favorite. The plains intersect with the mountains right here. I can drive for ten minutes into the … Continue reading My Favorite Place in the World: Boulder
Again and again. I love traveling, but hate the suspension of normal reality while it occurs. But we are here, nevertheless, as you see by the last post of beautiful Boulder Creek at almost-flood stage. If only I could get the dog and the cats here somehow, we would be all set and have little … Continue reading Getting used to Boulder
The creek is very near flood level. This suits all the kids that I saw playing on its banks and building mud towers.