I have no sense of direction.

My favorite old cowboy and close friend, Milton Butler, who I wrangled for in Idaho and Arizon, before he passed away to the green pastures of Heaven (filled with beautiful girls if he had anything to say about it) nicknamed me Wrongway Jules, after a famous pilot named Wrong Way Corrigan, since I possess no sense of direction. A terrible trait for a trail guide. But I do eventually find my way back, having had many fine adventures, some of which I'm happy to share....I'm still taking the long way around.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Stunning Idaho

As I drive through Nevada, and stay in my favorite campground on the Humboldt River (yes, Nevada!) named Rye Patch, I feel my heart expanding with the open sky, the endless vistas of greygreen sage and the smell of the desert. On my way to southern Idaho, I cross over the parched land and soon arrive in Twin Falls, and WATER. The fields of alfalfa are showered in cascades of water, endlessly sprayed with enormous sprinklers, creating shining rainbows. Afternoon monsoon thunderstorms, lightning bolts, and pelting raindrops that raise puffs of dust from the parched roads, giving respite to some of the driest air in the world. I've arrived at my friend Joanie's house, south of Bellevue on Glendale Road, where I will settle in for a couple of weeks to help her recover from knee surgery and take care of all of the critters she has on her beautiful property.... 
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  1. UnknownAugust 8, 2010 at 1:02 AM

    amazing photos! the air must be super clean and dry cause the colors in the pics are super crisp. ( side note...its a little hard to read some of the text because of the background pic) you caught the blog bug. i think i did too... keep your eyes out for our second coming!! big kiss and lovely, peaceful adventures to you!

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