Thursday, April 21, 2016

zombie apocalypse? not a problem....

 Just look how well-hidden our little fortress is!

 How about this amazing zig-zag entrance? Definitely walker-proof!

Look, walker tracks!

Wendy, my fellow zombie fan, Durango and Pinto want to take you through some honest to goodness Colorado walker woods!

 "I've got it covered" were my thoughts when the Sage clan discovered the homestead hidden away on the rim of the next mesa over. This place was literally built IN to the rocks on the rim and we saw it only when we were right on top of it.

The view was, in one word, spectacular. Unbelievably spectacular. We could move right into that little homestead on the rim, fully aware a herd of zombies would never make it across the wild canyon country and up the side of the canyon.

And if we came across any walkers stumbling through the pinon forest, we could lure them to the rim and drive them over the edge. Bye bye, zombie.

Yep, we've got it covered. And nooooo, I don't watch too much Walking Dead.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

the thing finders

Yes, Mr Sage and I are thing finders. I am notorious for bringing home bones and rocks of all sorts and he loves the rusty pioneer treasures. Here are a few of the things we found on our last thing-finding expedition.

To be fair, the dogs find things too but some of the things they find are too nasty to photograph.
And....they don't give up their treasures too easily. I usually end up prying the occasional "found" rabbit or lizard from their jaws.
But....we're all deliriously happy, roaming that wild country, and that's what counts.

 "I am a thing finder, and when you're a thing finder, you don't have a minute to spare.  The whole world is full of things and somebody has to look for them." -- Astrid Lindgren

Thursday, April 7, 2016

just like a western

Just a road....a road we turn down every time we go to Colorado. Sometimes the wild ponies are there. Sometimes it's just me and that wild sky.

It's a western I never imagined I would be a part of. It's also a western I never knew I would fall in love with.

I can tell you it's completely unlike anything I knew when I was a kid.
 (I grew up in northeast Wisconsin. Roads like this were the stuff of movies!)
I can tell you I've known this road for the last 30 years. It hasn't changed much in that time.
And I can tell you it's the space between where I live and where I go. 

That's all pretty serious thought when it's just a road. But it's a road filled with rocks, bones, and wind. I dream my dusty dreams on that road.