Supposedly, I live in a "high desert" climate. Well, I do live in a high desert climate--but you sure wouldn't know it this year. I just pulled up an article from January, stating that Boise had (already) seen more snow-so-far than any year since 1892, when they started keeping records. And we kept getting more snow---a … Continue reading Flood in the Desert
Tag: Travel
On Mobility
I used to say I hated moving, when "moving" involved packing and hauling and unpacking boxes every time... But moving kept happening, even while I said that. I averaged more than a move-a-year in the decade before I married Jon---never mind that with every move I earnestly swore my intention of staying put! I blamed circumstances … Continue reading On Mobility
Listening in Silence
I've just been pondering what defines a ghost town. On paper, you'd probably consider Placerville Idaho in that category---it's down to thirty or so households from its 1860s gold-rush heyday of more than three thousand... Visitors can enjoy the sight of an old general store, saloon, and other mining-era buildings that now operate as summer-hour museums. … Continue reading Listening in Silence
Put it on a T-shirt: Biker Edition
I've been suffering from PMS: Parked Motorcycle Syndrome. With a record-breaking amount of snow on the ground, Boise has not been "bike-friendly" since November, and Jon and I both have been itching to get back on two wheels. We're finally having a thaw this week, and we've been watching the snow recede with ONE question … Continue reading Put it on a T-shirt: Biker Edition
Internal Geographies
My husband has described his customer Vern as a guy who "can't find anything good to say about life." When Vern called Jon's cell tonight (in the middle of our Date Night) pleading for help with his broken-down truck, I got to experience his outlook first-hand. Jon being Jon, we went to help---which meant giving … Continue reading Internal Geographies
“Crazyass Passions” & Pencilled Notes
My mother isn't one for writing-in-books, so I'm tickled that the book she just mailed me has a sentence underlined with a smiley-face. "I believe in crazyass passion." That's the line she highlighted in Rinker Buck's Oregon Trail travelogue, and that says plenty about my mother! She's a world traveler, kayaker, fly-fisher, river rafter, scuba diver (Nitrox-certified … Continue reading “Crazyass Passions” & Pencilled Notes
Cultivating a Path
Yesterday when (yet another!) snowstorm took hold of Boise, we joined an impromptu neighborhood shoveling-party. 5 neighbors, 3 shovels, 2 brooms, 1 snowblower (till we ran it out of gas), 1 dustpan (for hand-scooping), assorted bags of icemelt, plus 2 "helping" dogs (plus one "helping" chronicler)... all added up to a merry band of nearly-snowed-in RV-neighbors! … Continue reading Cultivating a Path
Kana's Chronicles 