Author: Karen

Last Leg Home (4 of 4)

Friday morning – another clear and beautiful day, just a little chilly at this altitude so early. I visited with other guests about fishing...

Crossing to Colorado (3 of 4)

While I was waiting for the weather to warm up, and perhaps galleries to open – I hadn’t really decided how I’d spend the...

On to Taos (2 of 4)

Good morning, Desert! Blue corn mush for breakfast, a local delicacy with brown sugar and milk. Finer texture than grits. Actually, when I tried...

Helmet on Cliff

Riding the Tiger Home (1 of 4)

After visiting with my family in Scottsdale, and receiving (more or less graciously) my mother’s wishes for a safe journey, I set out to...

That Feeling

That feeling when you see the turn-off you thought you musta missed 6 miles ago, but you kept going ’cause you had to see...

No Return Flight

Anticipation building as I make plans to ride my Tiger back to Colorado. Enjoying the excitement, thinking ahead, preparing, making contingency plans. I’m looking...

Back yard

April Showers

As my husband and I grew in different directions over the past few years, I took more solace in the house, refuge in the...

I don’t know what I’m doing

So much adventure arises from the gap – between where we’re headed and what we don’t know along the way. Writing about the challenge...

Drinking buddies

Last week I had the joy of meeting Jean in person. On the forum, Jean is warm, with a simple direct honesty, and she...

Fierce vulnerability

Riding a motorcycle is a kind of fierce vulnerability. Every time I get on the bike, or pass one of those highway signs that...