Standing on the East Coast, pointed toward California, and clicking my heels three times. Wednesday, December 08, 2010. So much for grand aspirations. Even when I set UN-lofty goals for myself, sometimes I still come up short. I wrote on exactly one occasion, a few paltry paragraphs that did little to bring the piece towards anything resembling completion. Tuesday, November 16, 2010. Matthew loved him when he was a baby. After me and Ross and Grandm.

The chance of enjoying a gorgeous autumnal vision and sipping. A cliff overlooking foggy winding river. And colorful trees seemed irresistible. We gave in to the urge to return to this hilly, curvy, and scenic trail. And hike in the midst of falling leaves. It was early fall in. After all, a beautiful time of the year to go for a hike. In torrential rain and thundering sky, that shook the ground beneath the sleeping bag and pad.

Just the two of us traveling with a two year old and two italian greyhounds. The Mammoth Site, Hot Springs, SD. Black Hills and Fall Colors. On Still trying to get home. Where have we been? Where are we now? Where are we going? In Steamboat Sans Bus. The Mammoth Site, Hot Springs, SD. Black Hills and Fall Colors.