“Hoodoo. The rock formations. They’re called hoodoos.” Continue reading Bryce Canyon
Let’s just be done, duffer.
“Remember when this was the quarry? A fine fix-up. . . . Tilly and I like it. Walk every day now.”
If you prefer bloody duck ponds. Continue reading Red Hill
Writing 101 Day 19 is another free writing day.
I hike. One foot in front of the other. It is a hot day, but surprisingly not that humid. The air is thick with bugs. One buzzes around my ear and I wave a hand to shoo it away. Temporarily. It’ll be back in a few seconds. It is a bug. Continue reading Free Write Day 19