Double Deuced

Mother Nature dumped on us twice recently.

Snow Way

Some weekends, I’ve come to realize, I’d be better off staying home in bed. Some adventures fail.

Forward, Marsh

It had been years since I had been to the marsh, and never in winter.

Temp Agency

45 degrees. Depending on the time of the year, that temperature means different things in the North.

Polar Bare!

I can’t remember ever being so anxious. I’m not an overly uptight person, but my anxiety was never this bad, not even before tests, surgeries, or at weddings. And all of my stress was over a little jump in the lake.

A Good Ribbing

As we waited in line, I heard the girls scream as they went over the edge. The hair on my neck stood up and a bit of nervousness gripped me.

Sea the Light

This week, I’m not writing the blog. Due to my schedule, my youngest son is my guest blogger, and the words that follow are his. We may see more of his writing in the future. At only seventeen, I’m really proud of his abilities, with this being his first attempt at descriptive writing.

Hot on the Trail

If you have followed my blog now for a while, you know that I am always on the lookout for new-to-me, interesting things to try. While on a recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I saw several UTVs – or Utility Vehicles – riding around on the trails when we were there. I announced to my husband “I want to try that!”

Midnight Minx

Several days ago, my husband and I were “chased” by a wild, mysterious critter while walking along the lake. It chased us not out of aggression, but rather curiosity, I think.

The Hill is Calling and I Must Go.

In 1873, according to Basin & Range Magazine, John Muir wrote to his sister Sarah “The mountains are calling and I must go.” When I read that phrase, I could relate. I was filled with longing and yearned to go climb a mountain.