Silence

December 30, 2021 / Mount Humphreys in the San Francisco Peaks north of Flagstaff, Arizona

My Midwest relatives do not share my excitement over a forecast of snow, but when I saw the weather report last week, I was eager to drive 2 1/2 hours north to fill my senses with this magical phenomenon. When I look at this image, I am immediately transported to the mountain, feeling the cold (23 degrees) wind on my face and listening to the silence of fresh snowfall.

Come along with me as I ramble along a different path…

I am taking my blog, which has been inactive for oh so long, into a new direction, reflecting some of my changing interests and passions. I will celebrate my 70th birthday soon, and I have decided that it is time to stop talking about wanting to do this or that. It’s time to figure out how to do what I want to do … or stop talking about it. It’s time to get off of my pandemic isolation couch, stop bingeing on cookies and Netflix, and start living.

After several years of trying to get someone … anyone … to take me camping, I started researching how to take myself camping. I spent a year or more reading blogs, watching vlogs, and following FaceBook pages by and about women traveling and camping solo; I finally embarked on my first solo camping trip a few months ago.

My campsite on the top of a mountain near Crown King, AZ
My campsite on the Mogollon Rim, near Strawberry, AZ

While I will continue to post images of my life near home, I will also share with you my camping experiences. Come along with me as I explore new paths and ramble along the highways and backroads of our United States of America.