Pluviophile. It’s a word of Latin origin meaning fondness for rain, where “pluvia” means rain and “phile” is a person who has fondness for a specific thing. There are lots of philes in this world, but none are as special to me as a fellow lover of rain. I function…
4 CommentsMonth: April 2018
Jesse, Sorry for the long note. Try to stick with me. I’m sitting around here today getting fat and doing not much at all. After wasting most of a morning and the afternoon, I took up a book I’ve been reading and have just a few pages left. (It’s a…
Leave a CommentI was uncertain about camping at Grand Canyon. I knew there were some private campgrounds outside the park, but ever since I was a kid, I had always had trouble with private campgrounds. They were too tame, too kitschy, too made up. National park and national forest campground were more…
Leave a CommentBefore we headed out to see the sights of Canyon de Chelly, we set camp among a swarm of grasshoppers at the national monument campground. It was like a plague. The insects covered the campground and surrounding area. Syd and I both set to shooing the bugs from a spot…
Leave a CommentI’d heard of Hovenweep National Monument as a child. One time on a summer vacation, my father wanted to stop there on our way to the Grand Canyon. We never made it, but the name stuck with me. The night before we left Mesa Verde, we spread the map out…
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