Frosty May Morning

Yesterday, frigid Floridians arose to frost on the car as the temperature dropped to 27 degrees Fahrenheit at Little America, Wyoming. Though we had lived near there in the past, our cold adaptation has long since vanished, and though frost may be cold, to us it is definitely not “cool.” Nope, not anymore! #frost #wyomingContinue reading “Frosty May Morning”

Petro-what?

While living in Wyoming, I frequently explored the surrounding desert, mountains, and canyons looking for rocks, petroglyphs, and wildlife. On one of those expeditions, I found this rock with artistic etchings in the dark desert varnish on its surface. I like to imagine a young native person centuries ago trying to imitate nearby petroglyphs by practicingContinue reading “Petro-what?”