No no no no. They have told me it’s scary. There are cliffs. Apparently pretty dramatic ones. My mother, who is afraid of heights, went up there once and now she’s afraid to drive on any part of the Rockies. Even people generally considered “normal” and not paranoid or unstable say Trail Ridge Road is […]
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Visiting an Iconic Tea Factory, Connecting with Childhood At the corner of Zinger and Sleepytime Drive there is a small prairie dog village. The dogs stare out at you flipping their tiny tails back and forth, and you see the green sign ahead: Celestial Seasonings Tour. It’s tea time, people. It Was the 70’s, Man!
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The Sound of Gravel, Flatiron Books, 2015. It’s dark outside and in the beginning of The Sound of Gravel. The polygamous cult in which Wariner is raised, 200 miles south of Juarez, Mexico, is a land of rural beauty and grinding poverty. Living off the land is not exactly working for the 30-odd families of
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I almost didn’t go to see the new Queen biopic, Bohemian Rhapsody. The DJ said on the radio at the time. “As for a Bohemian Rhapsody review … well, the reviews are mixed.” After watching it, and being thoroughly moved, especially by the second half of the movie, I went back. I re-read the iffy
I finished Educated by Tara Westover and I enjoyed every minute of it, though the story’s villains — Westover’s parents and her brother Shawn — were unpleasant in the extreme, and slippery to the end. The story, which at the outset appears to treat mainly of the academic success of a child of radical unschooler
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I am in mourning because yesterday I finished Hell Bent, a book I was totally taken up with, totally lost in the author’s tale. And now it’s over, I can never visit that world for the first time again. Benjamin Lorr was at one time, if you like, a Bikram Kool-Aid drinker, who went to
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I have been reading Cheryl Strayed’s book Wild and have found in her a fellow-traveler in more ways than one. Not just someone who felt she had to go somewhere for spiritual exercise — in her case, a 1000-mile trek by herself on foot alone along the spine of the Sierras — but someone who
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To say I was a little bit apprehensive might be an understatement. The source of my fear wasn’t simply all that water, but something else.
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This is the attraction we came to Key West to see, the Hemingway Museum Key West, a two story bungalow on high ground in the middle of the island. It was the family home of Hem and Pauline Pfeiffer, the woman who stole him from Hadley, and their two sons. I was already soured against
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If you are planning to visit Hemingway bars where he drank when he lived on Key West, Florida, you have two stops to make. First To Captain Tony’s Captain Tony’s Saloon in Key West is a dark hole with tables, a guitarist, a bar tender and a gnarled tree pushing up through the ceiling like
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