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Memories from the Mountains and why I must return.

As my first full day in Ruidoso, New Mexico drew to its middle, I found myself eating a honey crisp apple smeared in peanut butter as Megan, Parker, Uncle Eric, and I sat in a gondola lurching full tilt toward the peak of a mountain. 1,105 more words

January 2018: New Year, New Mexico

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world

This post’s got nothing at all to do with Walt Whitman, mind you, other than that line is running through my head at the moment.  Well, actually, it’s running through my head in my preferred alternate version, which is “I  942 more words