With my town’s 90 degrees, I’m reminded of this summer’s stop in dusty Santa Rosa for a dip into the Blue Hole. It lets lovely lazying on the steps with feet plunged in while observing a skunkling skirting ’round the rim. I can only imagine what one must have felt in 1930, storming through Route [...]

12 June 2008

Wednesday: rain in Utah, snow above in its mountains, and hail in high winds of Wyoming.
Thursday: sitting in a Topekan cellar waiting out a twister.
Altogether: driving ‘cross the salt plains and into Salt Lake City at eightish, with the sun lightin’ up the green hills surrounding town. Whitecaps looming past Wyoming’s southern horizon, only coming [...]