Dear Readers, I have Elton John on the radio and a really good cup of coffee. On the stove top, there’s a big pot of peeled potatoes waiting for their transition to mash and in the oven, so it’s protected from errant drafts, a batch of sourdough that I hope will rise. The weekend ahead …
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My hands hurt from the cold. To get to the flat part of the trail, I drop nearly 800 feet to the waterfront and then, turn north. That drop is fast, so the wind runs right through me, my eyes tear up and my fingertips ache inside my gloves. It doesn’t seem to matter how …
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Pie and glass. What a fine afternoon out.
More than once during my time in San Antonio, I felt vaguely like I’d fallen through a wormhole into another time. The top photo is Alamo Records inside the antique mall, the lower is Paris Hatters where I bought a gorgeous pair of red cowboy boots.
I recently spent five days on the island of Kauai as a guest of Hawaii tourism. The first two days of my trip I was on a pretty tightly managed itinerary, for the remainder of my time, I got to wander about on my own with no particular requirements to be anywhere. This is my …
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It is awesome to have friends who will take you to weird little turnouts on the side of the road just so you can walk along a gravelly trail in search of a handful of birds. I visited the island of Kauai on a recent press trip and on my free day, Kim Rogers (she …
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