Adventures in LuLu

Today I have officially been to 50 states. I credit my travel bug to my mother who loved to travel and got me hooked early. Taking this trip cross country for four months in a tiny trailer has been one of the best decisions I have ever made. I have taken to calling this trip… Continue reading I did it. 50 states

Nymphs on the End of Bobber Regional language and traditions are funny. My mother used to call a big rain storm “a frog strangler.” David swears that people from Oregon don’t carry umbrellas, they wear hoods when it rains. In Montana, they don’t like to have license plates because they don’t want government to track… Continue reading Regional Vagaries

(Picture from Red Fish Lake, Idaho) I want to write a beach read. I know. Very embarrassing. Everyone wants to write the great American novel. High-brow. Me, I just read three books related to the Great Gatsby. That is on top of reading Hemingway’s wife (a very good book by the way). Yet, I think… Continue reading Confession

Here is David fishing. We walked the Metolius River. Occasionally he clamored into the stream and did like Brad Pitt in a River Runs Through It. But mostly, we looked for fish. Apparently, there is some magic between which bugs are hatching on the water, how fast the water is running and whether there is… Continue reading Life’s Pursuits

My best friend often tells me “practice your virtue” by which she means patience. I can be impatient. The world conspires to make me so with people looking at their email when they should be driving (honk), standing on the left of the escalator when they need to be on the right (excuse me) and… Continue reading Practice My Virtue? I Adopted It

(Smith Rock…although it looks a little like the old tv show Land of the Lost, right?) I have lived in Washington, DC for 26 years. How on earth did that happen? I was just taking a year off before going to law school and next thing you know, a quarter of a century has passed.… Continue reading The Importance of Place

Pluck. A close cousin to grit and mettle but different. Pluck is courage like the other two but unlike grit that sounds exactly like it is—grinding one’s teeth together and just getting on with it, pluck has a sense of joie de vivre while conducting acts of great bravery. When we were driving through Kansas,… Continue reading The World Could Use a Little Pluck

The final hours of our nine day road trip were on “the loneliest road in America.” The road was indeed lightly traveled and we saw almost no one. We pulled into Bend at 630 pm, tumbled out of the car, and raced each other to a hot shower. I won. We are now setting up… Continue reading Your Destination is on the Right

According to welcome sign. Population: Yes Aliens: 7 Lodging recommendation: AleInn  

Utah is breathtaking. We take Ken Rait’s advice and find ourselves camped 9 miles out on a canyon point. As far as the eye can see are canyons in every color. What Ken did not mention is the wind. It is fierce. We thought the snow tested our poor packing (I laugh every time I… Continue reading Utah