
The Annual St. Sisyphus Highly Desperate (or Demented, or Definition?) Journey. THAT’s Mt. G, seen from the Valley side, south side > Conrad, Joe, and I were trudging up the steep shale slopes of the Bookcliffs off to the west … Continue reading
The Annual St. Sisyphus Highly Desperate (or Demented, or Definition?) Journey. THAT’s Mt. G, seen from the Valley side, south side > Conrad, Joe, and I were trudging up the steep shale slopes of the Bookcliffs off to the west … Continue reading
Greetings, sports fans. Your humble editor/observer of whatever-it-is in what passes for his small corner of the yooniverse reflects and ruminates on various things. Fortunately, few, or no pixures of the aggravating stuff. The banged-up beat-up stuff. (Yes, our local … Continue reading