Bringing Down the White Picket Fence


I remember sitting on the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon one early July morning, coffee in hand, while the sun made its way above the jagged rocks and ledges, falling in love with the colors, the deep reds and oranges, the beautiful glow of the American West.  With the elk grazing nearby, I couldn’t imagine a more peaceful place on Earth.  In a setting like this, it is easy to… Read More

From the start of our cross country trip, my husband wasn’t thrilled about the whole “camping” thing.  In fact, after our first sleepless night in the tent in West Virginia, I was pretty sure we’d never set up our expensive and luxurious L.L. Bean canvas mansion again.  He’s not the camping type, but I convinced him it was the only economical way to get across the country and back.  Luckily, he became… Read More

As many of you know already, Paul is not a huge fan of camping.  While he thought it was really neat to get some up close photography of elk grazing along the rim of the Grand Canyon, he also stated he felt “he was living in a zoo and he was the inmate.” In this post, my husband does the writing and I took the photo.  We reversed roles so that you… Read More