The Durango-Silverton train’s passenger car swayed gently from side to side. I adjusted the notebook on my lap and continued to write. Bright sunshine slanted through the windows on the right side of the railroad car where I sat. A puff of smoke from the train’s engine blew through the open window. The acrid smell … More Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad
Hello Faithful Readers, Due to technical difficulties, posting has been delayed yet again. My photo albums have disappeared. I am working to retrieve them. A blog with a focus on travel is not particularly enjoyable without the photos. Thank you for your kind understanding and support while I work to resolve the situation. Until then … More Technical Difficulties
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If It Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It is a saying that’s been around for long before I was born. (I looked up the age just to make sure.) I’ve lived much of my life with that maxim in mind. Usually it has saved me time and money. But when it comes to the advance of … More If It Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It
We followed a trail and climbed to the top of Devil’s Den, a tumbled cluster of large boulders. It provided several good hiding places for Confederate soldiers to shoot at Union soldiers. Late afternoon sunshine burned my back. I looked directly across the wide valley named the Slaughter Pen by Confederate soldiers to the hill … More Are You Going the Wrong Way?
Good leaders correctly size up situations and take swift decisive action. Our visit to Gettysburg National Military Park had a profound impact upon me. We stood on the rocky slope of a hill known as Little Round Top. From this vantage point we gained perspective of the immense battlefield. Like the large size of the … More Gettysburg — the Story of Little Round Top
You know you may be in a good Texas barbecue restaurant when . . . . . . the cowboys in line still have their spurs on their boots. . . . the aroma and sight of the food makes your mouth water. . . . a helicopter lands on the front lawn of the … More Barbecue Worth Flying For
Our hostess drove us around their Texas Game Ranch in their ATV. She pointed out signs (usually scat) of various animals living on the ranch. One large pile belonged to an Indian Antelope or Blackbuck. Since this large male is a regular on their ranch, they decided to name him, “Buddy.” Many Game Ranches in … More Does That Critter Belong in Texas?
Smack dab in the middle of Texas Hill Country, I stepped out of the barndominium (yes, that’s a thing) and breathed deep of the chilly March air. The scent of cedar wafted toward me, but this was an unfamiliar variety. These cedars dotting the surrounding hills looked more like large round lollypop bushes than trees. … More Smack Dab in the Middle of Texas Hill Country