There are several kinds of adventures.

  • solitary adventures
  • adventures shared with a stranger or a few strangers
  • adventures shared with an acquaintance or a few friends
  • adventures shared with a close friend
  • adventures shared with family members
  • adventures shared with a life partner

Each adventure is flavored by companionship, just as a soup or sauce is changed by spices added. The basic character of the journey remains the same, but different details come to the fore.

When my husband and I went up to the Grand Mesa on Friday, the trip was different than it would have been with my former walking partner, or with only my own company. My husband loves to stop and watch the birds, butterflies, bees, and, in this case, chimunks. Not everyone does.

Our conversation is different, too. Often, we don’t talk at all. We don’t have to. Like the little friends in the picture, we are out together devouring the beauty of the day, taking pictures, and hording memories.

That day, we had so many.

  • a long walk through golden woods
  • a fantastic hamburger and home fries at Mesa Lakes Lodge and Resort
  • butterflies and chipmunks
  • glittering diamonds on the lakes
  • stillness

But, most of all, just being together sharing another special experience.


Autumn on the Grand Mesa


Yesterday was clear and bright in western Colorado.

After feasting on fresh pastry and hot coffee at Slice of Life Bakery in Palisade, Colorado http://www.yelp.com/biz/slice-o-life-bakery-palisade, my husband I drove up through the serpentine canyon that leads off of  Interstate 70 up to the top of Grand Mesa, often called the largest flat-topped mountain in the world. http://www.milebymile.com/main/highway-2730.html

We passed the little town of Mesa and the green ranches where horses and cattle graze. http://www.colorado.com/cities-and-towns/mesa

We continued up past Powderhorn, http://www.powderhorn.com/ our local ski resort, which, under new management, is developing new summer activities such as mountain biking and hiking. As the fall colors deepen, the lifts may run on weekends to take visitors through the vibrant woods.

The lower slopes were still green, so we drove on up to Mesa Lakes and parked by Jumbo Reservoir. http://www.coloradodirectory.com/grandmesaarea/

Around the lakes in this group, the aspens had just turned gold. They shimmered against a sky so blue it did not seem real.

Every year, this show is as fresh and amazing as the first time we saw it more than a dozen years ago. http://activerain.com/blogsview/1866534/color-sunday-is-next-weekend-on-grand-mesa-delta-county-colorad-

It is even more special because we know it will not last very long. As I write this, those leaves are starting to fall, leaving bare white limbs against the dark firs, spruces, and pines.

Lower down the hill, other trees are starting to change. It is magic. Wherever you are, there is magic today.

Don’t miss it.

Dakotagraph: Ready for the Buffalo Roundup

My former walking partner now lives in South Dakota.

She let me know about this Wild West adventure about to take place near her.

Dakotagraph: Ready for the Buffalo Roundup.

The last time I saw a buffalo was on a trip with a friend to Yellowstone. It was grazing not far from the Old Faithful Inn.


Later that summer the same buffalo gored an unwary photographer.

Wild animals must be treated with great respect. Long lenses or remote cameras are highly recommended.

Silver Star Mountain: disoriented but dazzled « hikingnorthwest

Share a hiking adventure to the top of  Silver Star Mountain in the following blog:

Silver Star Mountain: disoriented but dazzled « hikingnorthwest.

For my part, I love the Pacific Northwest.

My poetry publisher, Bellowing Ark, is based in Shoreline, Washington. I visited Robert Ward and his wife Paula Milligan when they were in Seattle. http://www.bellowingark.org/productcart/pc/home.asp

One day I walked down past docks to Gas Works Park.


From the point, I watched seaplanes take off and land downtown.


Almost silently, rowing crews slipped by. http://lakewashingtonrowing.com/

Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures.

I dropped that roll of film down a storm drain near the Farmer’s Market.


Sometimes, the pictures you never forget are the ones you didn’t take (or the ones you lost.)

The Adventure Begins

I live in beautiful western Colorado, but several times a year I venture out into other parts of our great country.

Some people say that American cities and towns are all the same. I don’t understand that. Sure, some of the big business are the same. I know I’m weird, but I find that kind of comforting. If I have forgotten my toothbrush or comb again, I can find it quickly.

The similarities are there, but the differences are far more interesting. They are dictated by local climate, natural resources, and history.

In this blog, I will feature other bloggers, sites from around the Internet, and, sometimes, my own extremely modest adventures.

When I was a child, my parents took me on a trip to western Canada. That was the only time I have ever left the US, but I enjoy reading about other countries and chatting with people from around the world.

Every day is an adventure and every person is an exotic destination.