Richard, Molly, and me looking a little shell-shocked after our unexpected Episcopal wedding, 29 years ago today.
Richard's favorite bucket-cap, still hanging on the rocking chair in the bedroom
Richard and his dad, Raymond Cabe, outside Salida, winter of 1951
My personal stuff pile, including my new day pack, bought to replace the ratty, thirty-year old canvas one I've had since my climbing days....
Smoke from the Springer Fire turns the dawn orange over the Arkansas Hills last week.

You have to get over the color green.

Self-portrait, Hotel Serrano, San Francisco

Cholla cactus stud the high plains east of Clines Corners, New Mexico

I made it home Friday evening, exhausted. Now that I've had some time to sort through what I saw and felt and heard on the road, I want to comment on some of the hard bits of the trip.

Sunset while compiling tax data...