OUR CATEGORY : Brenda Leifso

Hoo Doos Trail

My mind hiccupping back to that sweet May smell of high snowpack melting, tickling down river beds – glacial shock to the underbelly of sun-stunned rock – I keep thinking didn’t it smell like rain to a thirsty traveler, but as usual there comes the question of honesty. Really I couldn’t have been thinking of […]

Driving the 22

Driving the 22 north, noon sun and wind warm on the arm in the ears through the rolled down window kd lang’s Hymns rolling too through the long-grassed foothills and you beside me, the baby snoozing in the back seat, it’s so hard not to feel drowsily, contentedly alive, river water and campground dust in […]