Never before have I seen so many Lace Cacti in bloom at once!



Greenthread or Golden Wave cover the burned areas from last June's grass fires.




Never before have I seen so many Lace Cacti in bloom at once!



Greenthread or Golden Wave cover the burned areas from last June's grass fires.




Today a friend of mine through the Elder Network went with me on a drive to Lake City, which is on Lake Pepin, a widened part of the Mississippi River. We went to a tea room there for lunch, which was FULL of two groups of women, a Red Hat club and a bus group from Rochester. It was good for Bev to get out and experience life beyond the gossip of her senior living apartment building. We talked about many things, including Bev's childhood. Her mother died when she was 5 months old. During her childhood, she was mostly seen as a burden to her grandparents, father, and other family members who helped raise her.
It makes me smile to think about the fun times and thoughtful conversa-tions that Jenny and I had this week. Jenny and I met when we were a few months old, and she has blessed my life ever since. What a great time I had showing her around my Minnesota tromping grounds.
The friendly guys at the bike place recognized me, and Jenny confirmed to them that I had bought the bike from them that was stolen in the fall. Well, because of that, the guy decided to let us use the bike for free for the day, saying he was sure we would take care of it and return it. "Just bring us a pack of beer, or if that's against your religion, some pop," he joked. We decided to make a stop at the Gingerbread House to get donuts for them on the way back:)
Jenny graciously endured the lengthy tour of Saint Mary's Hospital and the downtown Mayo
campus. The best part was when she graced the halls with "What a Friend We Have in Jesus" on the grand piano, which is below the man on the wall in this photo. It was fun to watch people turn, stop, and listen as the message of the music and familiar words behind it reached into their present circumstances.Other things we did include listening, talking, laughing, talking, cooking, walking, talking,
spending time with friends, Jenny playing keyboard and me playing flute, visiting...you get the idea. Contrary to what most of you imagined, we managed to keep out of trouble. We only got into one real fight, which involved licking a pan... Thank you so much for the great visit and encouragement, Jenny!
For the rest of you who have expressed interest in coming to visit, let this be a reminder to you that you that I am only here until August, so book your tickets!!!
We went hiking and kayaking and just enjoyed lots of time together. 


I saw a loon for the first time! For some reason, I have always been fascinated with this northern bird that lives on and in the water. Most loons cannot take off from land and are not good at walking, but swim and dive they can. They have very distinct calls and a unique plumage. I didn't take this photo, but it gives you an idea of what they look like.
we were kayaking. Below, my friends are crossing the headwaters of the mighty Mississippi. 
Fire towers
such as this one were used in the early 1900's to spot and locate fires. The person in the lookout had a wheel to use in order to get the direction of the fire. Using the direction reported from another tower, coordinates could be determined in order to identify the exact location of the fire. Around 1950, airplanes mostly took over the job of locating fires, though a few towers are still in use. Early towers were simply in the tops of trees, but those such as this one were designed like windmills in order to tower above the tree tops.


Last weekend, Thursday through Monday, I was in the air and on the road visiting my older brother, Micah, in Washington DC and driving with him and his friend, Matthew, down to Tennessee for the wedding of a friend. It was a great time of renewing old friendships and making new ones. I took a bunch of pictures, but they were for matron of honor on her camera:)
Another thing that gets me fired up is when I see something that should be done better. Example: A person, particularly elderly, can develop a stage 2 pressure ulcer in just one shift if he/she is not kept clean and turned. I've seen this happen more than once. Sometimes it is so hard to provide proper care, but seeing this makes me want to teach and improve care. I've seen hospice patients go from being all hagard to looking so comfortable and peaceful after my friend, Rosetta, gave a bed bath and positioned them comfortably. Some day, after I get more experience, maybe I'll end up back in geriatrics or hospice...
Now I'm beginning to yawn. Maybe that means it's time to go to bed.
March 21st isn't simply the first day of spring. It's Daniel's 21st birthday! He's in Bolivia right now, and I'm sure he could use some well wishes: http://god-is-my-judge.blogspot.com/. Happy birthday, brother Daniel!
Carrie and Anna at home on the Texas ranch.

In reply to some comments, of course I have a story I wish to share! I just didn't have time when I posted the question. The most awesome outdoor camping experience I had was on a several day wilderness canoe trip on the Green River in Utah. There were only two other canoes within a mile or two of us for the whole 5 days. Except for the first night, we slept without tents looking up at the stars from our dew covered sleeping bags. At times we relaxed in the canoes and just cruised. Towards the end of the journey, Daniel discovered a naturally warmed waterfall where the water ran over the rocks long enough to take the chill out of it. We emerged from our wilderness days surprisingly fresh and clean after our showers! Before that last campout, we fought again strong winds searching for a good place for the night. Once out of the rough waters near this cliff dwelling, the scene above is what met our eyes. The peace of that scene, of the calm after a struggle in a storm, is engrained so firmly on my mind. If I need to retreat into a peaceful place, I pull up that memory and the photo.
Adding to that moment, I think about our walk into a box canyon near our campsite. Bats swooping by at dusk, evening light resting on red canyon walls, and the awe welling up in my heart is completly indescribable.

But I was going to tell about sleeping outdoors. I wasn't able to stay awake long listening to the night chirps and gazing at the stars. Burrowed deep in a sleeping bag tied close around my head, I slept soundly, waking to a new morning, the last morning in the wilderness. After breaking up camp, we paddled down past where the Green River joins the Colorado, but we stopped at the large signs warning of dangerous rapids ahead to catch a boat ride with the other two canoes that I mentioned earlier.
Someone asked, "Who camped out by the cliff dwelling?" "Uh, we did." "We stopped by there later this morning, and there were couger tracks all over you camp site."

Rochester is ticketing people parked on the streets from midnight to 6am last night and tonight in order to keep people off long enough to keep the streets plowed. Mayo has been paying nurses who commute to stay here in hotels churches and schools cancelled events during the storms.
It feels like the winter is almost over, because the weather has been in the 20's and 30's and birds are beginning to sing.
I was hoping we would get some nice snows before spring came, and I got my wish! I'm trying to enjoy it as much as possible before it's gone. I've been going on walks, eating snow ice cream, even shoveling the sidewalks for fun. The only sad thing is that I would rather enjoy this snow with all of you!

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." ~Helen Keller
Some of the best times of my life have been when my shoes, socks, and feet are squishy wet. On Friday, we had a thunderstorm with snow pellets. Saturday brought freezing rain. Last night and today it snowed several inches, so I enjoyed a long walk after work. As I tramped along in my tennis shoes, feet wet, soaking in the tranquility, I remembered other wet feet times, then I slipped and slid all around and almost fell down. Some of my best walks and runs have been in the fog or dew-soaked grass, after a rain, or in the snow. There's just something about water in all of its forms that brings life.

