You know its those first few chilly days of fall if you find yourself splitting two cords of wood with a stuffy nose and pockets full of tissues before autumns first storm rolls in. I spent all morning working my way through biscuit after biscuit of pine with our splitter, while watching the fog slowly …
It was September 16th and overnight autumn was here with chilly breezes, ripe golden delicious apples on the trees and pine needles covering the back yard pavers. Life in a small mountain resort town at 7,000 feet means when fall shows up at our doorstep, summers hot days are definitely over almost before you can say …
You know you had a fun and eventful weekend when it takes you two days of sitting on the porch watching thunder storms to recharge your batteries enough to even think of going for a run. Luckily for us Hurricane Hillary raging to the west like a bitch out of Arkansas is bringing our mountain …
If it’s a summer day in late August then I hope we are camping at the lake. If it’s that time of August when the wind is picking up and there is a taste of Autumn’s chill on the air then I am probably siting in a camping chair by the lake, fishing pole in hand …
I think when you try to trade in your Subaru the first question they ask you is ” Do you own a dog” and depending on your answer your trade in value could go down by a thousand dollars. Not that my Subaru is any where near new these days with over 63,000 mountain miles …