My hobby is ‘bagging’ wildernesses, that is, having photos taken of me with wilderness signs. A few are self-portraits, like the one above. Most have been taken by my spirit guide, Merri Rudd. We’ve visited all of the wildernesses in New Mexico, and more than a few in the Four Corners and along the Rockies. I’ve finally gathered some of the photos that identify those wildernesses. More to come, I hope.
OK, I did name the wilderness in the photos themselves. These newest photos are the oldest. (I know, it sounds wrong, but it’s true.) We took a trip to the unnamed wilderness in June with friends Melissa and Lew. We camped in a campground, instead of the jack-camping we did in August. Follow the link for all photos (14 from June plus the previously posted 60 from August).
Autumn was born a year ago, on Merri’s mom’s birthday, a month after Merri’s mom’s death. She brings us much joy, though less so to Luke, who is too mellow to complain.
My brother, Dan, and sister-in-law, Sharon, have lived in San Francisco for about 40 years. In May, Merri and I flew to visit them for the first time in ages. As befits the City, we walked a lot. In fact, we used many forms of transportation but didn’t once get in a car.
We saw many fantastic murals and great architecture.
We lunched in Golden Gate Park.
We had a great time. And I heard that although people say San Francisco occupies 49 square miles, it is actually 47.
