My Walkabout

The color yellow is quickly filling the Rocky Mountain landscape. It matches my mood on this Autumn day in October...

The day had come to finally tour the inside of the Biltmore House. My last day on the Estate had...

This past winter in Northern Arizona has had epic snowfall. I believe the most snow in something like one hundred...

We enter the infamous Biltmore House, and start up the grand staircase. This is the first time that I've actually...

It's only taken me thirty years, but country music is growing on me like a weed in summertime. When I...

Driving along the winding road, following the signs to The Inn. I'm not one to usually stay in a place...

My youngest brother made it down to Arizona last month with his new wife and their fourth expectant child, as...

"This is hallowed, sacred land." From the moment I passed through the large stone gate and onto the Biltmore Estate,...

It has been a few weeks since I fell and fractured my elbow, and the healing process has been slow...

When I write, it's almost always about an event in the past, usually three to six months later. It's rare...

Earlier in the week I survived an HR nightmare that could have resulted in me losing my job. The stress...

I return to my beloved Rocky Mountain State, Colorado. Another trip that should have included SeaBee but didn't. Regardless, I...