Belle had been waiting for a very long time to hear the sound of the garage door, the symbol of Home.  During the last two weeks of our stay in Bay St. Louis, she seemed to have given up on Garage Doo

Traveling up the eastern side of Idaho along Interstate 15 seems to be mile after mile of parched, uninhabited land.  In the past, it has simply been a chore, much like Texas, to travel this part of I

Being trapped in Utah is certainly no tragedy.  Today, we are caught up in the sights of Capital Reef National Park.  The usual rules about no dogs anywhere, anytime are an annoyance, but it’s hard to

This morning, the flu that has been stubbornly reluctant to leave my life this week decided to return in full force, likely a response to my stubborn and energetic hiking of yesterday.   It was obviou

When you have a last name like Wilson, you quickly get used to being generic, to answering the question “Which Wilson?”.  While fading into the Smith/Jones/Wilson woodwork can be the downside, the ups