And finally, because earlier posts didn’t lend themselves to this content, here is an Atlanta wrap-up. Overall, despite the loooong road out, I give this
Category: Rambles with Ruby
Just Past the Two Apple Trees, More Unanswered Questions
I was starting to think flatlanders aren’t supposed to find it: the Atlanta cemetery, the final resting place of Dutch Em, that is. Don’t get
Atlanta, According to Arnold
The sign said Atlanta was just ahead. We were thirsty and tired of riding in the truck and looking forward to a rest stop and
Rolling Rocks, Forest Fires, “Peg Leg” Annie, and Dutch Em
The Professor and I have begun a weekly habit of visiting places that pique our curiosity that are within a 125 radius of our home. Atlanta falls within that circle, just barely, though getting back was an exhausting four hour trip following the curves of the Middle Fork of the Boise River. On a gravel road pocked with potholes and washboards. Good thing the rest of the trip made it worth it.
Coming Friday: My First 125 Mile Radius Ramble To…
We’re just back from an amazing and posterior-numbing trip into the Idaho backcountry. Check back later this week for a story that’s provoked some unanswerable why questions. I hate that!
Foreshadowing Run Amok: two leaps backward, one step forward
Step One: I finally caught the Professor’s crud: sore throat, fatigue, laryngitis, and all that stuff. Step Two: My knee continued to hurt when I
Dispatches From Out West 