Five equals six. My American and I celebrated five years together last weekend, and it marked my sixth trip to Hill’s Resort in Priest Lake, Idaho. Every New Year’s Eve, the Friends of Spokane Valley would head up to the cabin village about two hours north of year. Some friends have grown up, moved on… Continue reading Five years later
How do you make the best of the anniversary of the worst day of your life? Aug. 20 marked one year since Shep left us. I hadn’t been looking forward to the day, knowing I was the one who made the painful decision to end his life. I still struggle with that, even with the… Continue reading Remembering Shep: A solemn escape
I come from a long line of tough broads. My mom, who raised four pretty successful kids, alone for the most part, while my dad was on the construction trail. My Gram, who mothered 12 kids and set to become an adventurer and traveller after her husband died in 1977. Any number of MacIsaac women… Continue reading Tough broads make great history
Brrr. I’m rarely envious of my Canadian friends who brave the typical wintry blast of weather we get on Victoria Day weekend. But it’s the official opening of camping season and thus they are steadfast in their defiance of Mother Nature. So it seemed kind of crazy that CAMPING was my answer when Our American… Continue reading Cold weather camping in Idaho
I’m finally getting around to editing our pictures from camping at Heyburn State Park. Stay tuned for more!
I must have been a shitty Brownie and Girl Guide. Or maybe I’m too hard on myself. After all, that was 30 years ago. How the heck am I supposed to remember what poison ivy looks like? Hmmm … because you’ve considered yourself a pretty darn good hiker in the mountains for the last few… Continue reading Be prepared