Christmas in Durango

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know — Irving Berlin This is what I woke up to on Christmas morning . . . But Christmas started much earlier here . . . The first week in December Dondi brought over her Christmas decorations for the Ranch House . […]

Dinner with Friends

I love long dinners with friends.–Sylvia Hoeks Last night I had my first dinner party at the Ranch House. There were six of us — Dondi, Todd and John who live at River Stone Ranch, and Cynthia and Rey, and me.   On the menu:  Beef short ribs in the slow cooker, glazed carrots, oven-roasted green […]

Serendipity in Durango

What some people call serendipity is sometimes just having your eyes open. — Jose Manuel Barroso As I drove down County Road 250 this morning on my way to the grocery store, I was happily drinking in the color of the golden and yellow trees that lined the road. Then I rounded a curve and […]

River Stone Ranch

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark. -– Pierce Brown October 13:  After spending almost three weeks in Cynthia and Rey’s guest house, I moved into the Ranch House at River Stone Ranch on Labor Day. It is just half a mile from Cynthia and Rey.  Having spent […]

The Mountains Are Calling . . .

The mountains are calling and I must go. —  John Muir  (paraphrasing) Sunday, August 15.  My road trip to the East Coast is over, and I’ve returned to the West, to the mountains and red cliffs of Durango. Cynthia invited me to spend the rest of August in her guest cabin where I’ve spent many […]