A winter's day at home in Cool during the week before Christmas, 2008. About five minutes.

A beautiful mid-Winters day brought four Windmills and at least three times that number of crew, hangers-on and groupies out into sunny Alameda for a delightful time of visiting and just "messing about with boats". The video is about three minutes long.

A 10-minute not all inclusive video trip to Denver, Colorado for Thanksgiving. See also the slideshow here

A Stroll Along the bottom of old Lake Bonneville

I was out before dawn this morning to walk the nature preserve outside Annie and Dan's back door. Later at the the Colorado History Museum came across this Navajo song.

In the general chaos of Grandma and Grandpa's visit to the Greenleafs in Denver this Tuesday, home to Jack the Yorkie and Diamond the Jack Russel, no one even noticed he was gone. Until I saw the big, hand-lettered sign as I was heading out on an errand. "LOST YORKIE, PURPLE COLLAR, BLUE COAT". I caught Annie on her cell as she and Hilda were headed to get their nails done. "OMG", says Annie, "That's Jack!". They did a "U", called the number, and learned neighbors a block away had found him exploring their garage.

Hilda can't go visiting without she has to arrive with plenty of gifts. Despite the back of the Explorer being crammed with our two bikes, baggage for two for two weeks, and already plenty of gifts for the Denver folks, we must stop at farm stands before even hitting Highway 50 for mandarins, apples, and strawberries at stands like this one. Last in was half a flat of strawberries. Apparently too precariously perched on top of all the other stuff, the first good curve on highway 49 and they tipped to rumble pachinco-like through all the other stuff. We were pulling them out from under the seats on stops all the way across Nevada and Utah. Sure smelled good, though!