Turning south for the first time in a month we depart Michigan’s UP and cross the mighty Mackinac Bridge trying our best to stay ahead of the impending winter weather. Following the west coast of Lake Michigan we pass through beautiful farm country and coastal resort towns. The colors continue to be brilliant but in […]Read more "Long Live Rock"
The view ahead looked as though someone was spinning the road in a kaleidoscope of colors that changed from green to red to orange to yellow and back again. We were not hallucinating, we were just in Michigan. “It is one of the prettiest places in the world”. —Henry Ford, 1920’s— “Nowhere, probably on the continent, is the fall […]Read more "Superior Colors"
We were on a mission. Our goal was to witness first hand the fabulous fall colors in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and to visit Denise’s birthplace in the small town of Munising. This excursion has been on our to do list for many years. To reach Michigan before the fall colors disappeared we were […]Read more "A very long drive indeed"
It was quite a summer. Upon returning in May to our home in Denali we were immediately reminded of the responsibilities and work associated with living in a sticks and bricks setting. After 7 months of freely wandering the back roads of America and Canada the return to a stationary life style is always a major […]Read more "Summer Of Celebration"
As the big dogs disappeared into the deep grass it was obvious just how much they enjoyed chasing each other through the lush green field. The only way we could see where they were was when the tips of their tails occasionally bobbed along the top of grass, it was good to back in a land of green. While hiking through […]Read more "All It Took Was Water"
Currently we are back at our Alaskan basecamp enjoying the non-stop daylight of summer and spending our time gardening, hiking with the pups, BBQing with friends and hammering metal in the shop. Life is good. The 7 glorious months we spent last winter wandering the warmer regions of the lower 48 states are now just […]Read more "Inside the Forbidden Kingdom"
My neck was sore from staring out the driver’s side window. Struggling to keep my eyes focused on the road ahead I gazed longingly to the left at what I consider to be my home range of mountains, the High Sierra. Even though we live in Alaska, the land of big mountains, the Sierra Nevada is what John Muir called a […]Read more "East Of The Crest"