Where Am I?


The last best place in America

Where am I?

The air is clear, the sky blue and the sun is bright. In summer everyone spends time outdoors, headed to the snow dusted mountains, boating and fishing on crystal clear lakes and trout full rivers, or just riding about on motorcycles taking in this state’s wildlife and abundant natural beauty.

This state’s cattle ranchers build fences, but they are wildlife friendly, allowing migrating elk and deer passage along traditional routes. Techniques include: keeping gates open temporarily, swapping out the top and bottom barbed wires with smooth wire, lowering the top wire, and raising the bottom wire to allow the young to crawl under.

The state’s trademarked moniker is “the last best place.” Escalating property values and “out of towners” threaten that. Still, they know how to get Stressless.


Dana Carvey was born here on June 2, 1955.

To ride a motorcycle you must have a driver’s license and pay the required fee of 50 cents.

It is illegal to keep sheep in the cab of your truck without a chaperone.

It is illegal for married women to fish alone on Sundays, and illegal for unmarried women to fish alone at all.

Those born in this state pronounce Creeks “crick,” but less than half of the state is born here.

“Spendy” means “expensive,” the way the rest of us mean “pricey.”

In 1884, local citizens fed up with lawlessness formed a vigilante force, rounded up thirty-five horse and cattle thieves, and summarily hung them by their necks until dead.

The largest snowflake seen fell here on January 28, 1887 measuring darn near 15 inches. A cattle rancher called them “larger than milk pans”.

The world record for the greatest temperature change in 24 hours in one US state occurred on January 14-15, 1972, when the temperature went from -54°F to 49°F, a whopping 103 degree difference.

Glacier National Park

This state is home to one of America’s favorite national parks. Glacier National Park boasts over a million acres of awe-inspiring wilderness, so big the beauty spills over into Canada.

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Wundervu, Colorado

Summertime, oh, summertime, life’s so sweet.

Summer mornings with nothing to do, cooled by a gentle breeze and grass at my feet, grass so green, so thick, it tickles bare feet, to my ears comes the steady sound of crickets hidden away, on the fence the squirrels run with reckless abandon, above birds perched on branches high above serenading me daily with their song, and the blue lake that beckons me for a swim.

Where did you go this summer? one asks.

To the lake with my friends, to Dallas to see my daughter, to Colorado to see my son. To Norway and Denmark, for two weeks of fun.

What do remember best of all? they inquire.


Wondervu, Colorado, and Eldora Lodge, tucked away in Coal Creek Canyon, on Highway 72 past Whispering Pines, along the drive from Golden to Nederland, where few care to go. Then off the grid on Gross Reservoir Road to who knows where.

All so long ago, like yesterday, hard to remember, impossible to forget.

Make it Easy


There is a constant debate with couch potatoes questioning whether it is easy to do a hand spin, make a hole in one, put a basketball through the hoop from half court. Some people make things look easy. But they do it with years of practice.

Take it easy, make it easy, get Stressless.

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“Be all you can be,” said an old Army television slogan. “Read all you can,” says James Mattis, former Marine Corps commander, general, Secretary of Defense, now retired, and author of Call Sign Chaos: Learning to Lead.

Read and you will be more than you could imagine, is the point of the book.

Enough said.

Stressless engages the mind and body. It facilitates conversation, promotes happiness and well-being. Stressless for the good times and sad times, Stressless for the quiet times in your life when a good book is all you need.


Labor Day 2019


Labor Day, the name is not a good fit.

We don’t celebrate work, quite the opposite. We celebrate taking a break, a last chance to enjoy summer, a day at the beach, a trip to the mountains, or nothing at all. All year we work hard, I get it. Last chance for a little down time. It is good for the soul.

Take it easy, shouldn’t life be Stressless?

My last summer trip is to Wyoming, to Red Rock and Rawlins, hangouts for Butch Cassidy and his gang, to Jackson Hole and the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone, Mt. Rushmore, then to Devil’s Tower.

Ten days into my trip, just outside rustic and rugged Hulett, Wyoming, south on Highway 24.


At the top of the crest I caught sight of Devil’s Tower, in the distance, rising out of the earth like a finger pointing to heaven. Little wonder that Steven Spielberg used the setting as a scene in a movie for an alien apparition. It is a view that has been shared by countless others, seen at other times by other travelers on foot, by horse, and in wagons, by those that came to settle this land, by the Indians who lived here for millennia.

The reaction: Awe, not fear. How majestic is Nature, how uniquely beautiful. I must go up, I think I can, that’s who I am. At least to the base to watch the rock climbers do their thing.



the world is mine oyster


At the end of the day
Sit down and relax
Take the load off your back
It’s been a long day of work
You deserve a break
Even if you are a poor
As a sheep newly shorn
Close your eyes
Let your spirit soar
Why, the world is your oyster
Which the mind will open
Says Will

Now what does that mean?
Does it have something to do with a pearl,
And the salty kiss of a girl
Or a good wife
Or, with the richness of life
Or, a shell,
That’s tough to crack,
That takes a knife and a steady hand
Oh, ’tis true, nothing’s easy
For a working man
But to sit down and relax
At the end of the day


Stressless Stories


The White House

The traveler caught a glimpse of the white house outside the bus window. It was just a momentary glimpse and he would not have remembered the moment or the house had he not taken a picture.

What was it about the white house?

Strange, the traveler thought, it was a farmhouse without crops or animals. Perhaps it was the ordinariness, a plain white box look, symmetrical but for the front door, that revealed nothing of the personalities of those who lived there. The bus was on its way from the western coast of Norway, from Ålesund to world-famous Geiranger with a stop in Ikornnes. If you are counting in kilometers, it is around 120 km passing through and over three distinctive fjords, watching all the while spectacular landscape unlike anything the traveler was familiar with. The roads were two lane, adequate for the summer traffic, and winding, as they make their way along the waterway with a ferry or two to cross to the other side of a fjord.

It was not unlike the farm houses in Maine, where the traveler had been the summer before. Nor was it unlike the mountain cabins in Montana where private people went to get away from the city. To the traveler, the White House would forever remain a mystery like so many places.

The traveler put down his camera and continued to watch the scenery roll by. The traveler was looking forward to Geiranger, the waterfalls, the hiking trails and people.