There is not a whole lot more I want to add to this show, except that there is a road across the grassland and I still go there for stories. I hope you have a road or trail or special place that makes you want to sing. Happy 2019 my friends.
“Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!” I know, often overused, but that line from the Rubaiyat fits the way I’ve always felt about getting out...
In the borderlands look for Apache plume (Fallugia paradoxa) between 3,500 ft. and 7,000 ft. on rocky slopes, out in…
Anyone who lives in groundhog country will have a woodchuck tale or two to tell. Growing up in Kentucky I sure did. The first...
