My mother told me I should quit skiing twenty years ago when I was approaching fifty. It was too dangerous,… Read more At Least It Was a Black Diamond Run

My mother told me I should quit skiing twenty years ago when I was approaching fifty. It was too dangerous,… Read more At Least It Was a Black Diamond Run
You may be thinking this will be one of those heart wrenching stories of a mother’s love for her daughter.… Read more My Promise to my Daughter
La Junta to Granada is only an hour and 15 minutes apart so I had hoped to make one tourist… Read more Amache Concentration Camp—A home by any other name…
Armed with my stack of National Park Service brochures, I turned right out of the NPS Regional office parking lot… Read more The Wander Woman Heads Home
Not every day of my Santa Fe stay was as reflective as the daytrip to Tsankawi/Bandelier/Los Alamos/Dog Park. That’s the… Read more National Treasures
I had hit my 500K vertical goal at Taos, so now Ski Santa Fe was icing. I must be a… Read more Falling for Santa Fe
From Phoenix, my Little Blue Truck headed north to pass through Sedona, one of my husband’s favorite places on earth.… Read more Route 66 from Phoenix to Santa Fe
Taos is nestled in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo mountains of northern New Mexico. The town is 20… Read more Taos—Cold, Snow, Owning Hunziker
The road out of Granby took me to Kremmling, and then up to Hwy 134. I was supposed to take… Read more Close Calls, Generational Skiing, Ugly Sweaters
This is turning out to be an epic Solo Ski Sojourn, with highs so high; lows, sooo low. Like those… Read more Rolling with the Punches