Well, not so much of a whomp as a plop, but it’s looking like a white Christmas.
Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.
Snapshots of Utah every month for a year.
On the drive to bring someone a warm meal, several long hugs and some company for hours of ugly crying.
That massive cold front is for real so not kidding.
The sight and sound of the months ahead.
My favorite type of vacation with the kids, although the world traveler in me is so excited about the possibility of showing them more.
Here in the western frontier of the United States we are a peculiar people.
Fall cleanup is going to be a nightmare this year oh my god.
Not the most terrible way to wake up, although I won’t be saying that come next May.