Still Alive! June Update; PHX and Scottsdale Friends; Prescott Event; Big Rocks; Flagstaff; Las Vegas; Lotus of Siam; On to the Pacific!; "Was It Something I Said?"

Mea Culpa to several faithful readers who sent "health and welfare check" emails recently.  Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Excuses for not updating this blog recently include: (1) Extreme heat in the desert Southwest; (2)  huge numbers of ground squirrels/prairie dogs/assorted rodents attracting the attention of our fearless miniature Dachshunds Rudy and Gretchen; (3) long days at the wheel of our coach driving through the desolate wastes of desert Arizona, Nevada and East L.A.; (4) several of Suzanne's events which occupied my attention; and finally, (5) malfunctions of critical equipment aboard our prairie schooner, including the diesel generator (still not repaired, awaiting parts)... oh, and maybe (6) some laziness in my old age...


Thinking back to my last post... I think we were in Scottsdale, Arizona... but before we left the Phoenix area, we had to pay a call on our dear friend and colleague Brenda Baker, who has had some real medical challenges lately. Brenda is a fighter, though, and is building up her health and continuing to maintain her great sense of humor. Everyone who knows Brenda knows that "she is a pistol", as my mother used to say... 












Before heading out, we had dinner with Connie Mariano (retired Navy Rear Admiral and former White House Doctor to Bill Clinton) and her husband John Weber, who had taken Suzanne and me up in his sailplane. This was the view from their patio in the hills above Scottsdale and Cave Creek. Their amazing home is like the ones you see in Architectural Digest...











Temps were rising in the Phoenix Valley, and we were looking forward to cooler weather, which we found in Prescott. Suzanne had an event there, and we had planned on spending a week in that lovely area which sits almost 2,000 feet higher than Phoenix, where temps were already up into the high 90s, and this was early June! Here is the SRO crowd when Suzanne spoke at Unity of Prescott, led by Rev. Terrence Padgett.  





We were camped at Willow Lake Campground, near the Granite Dells, gorgeous exposed bedrock and granite boulder formations which called out to be hiked. The trails laced through these rocks for miles, with hardly another hiker or mountain biker to be encountered for hours...












The water level in Willow Lake itself was much higher than during our previous visit, due to the big snowfalls experienced in the West last winter. These trees had previously been between the trail and the water.













While in Prescott, we paddled at nearby Watson Lake, another reservoir surrounded by parts of the Granite Dells. Here you see My Lovely Bride paddling her NC-15 fiberglass kayak smoothly through the wavelets at sunset. It was a gorgeous evening, and only one other boat was out on the water, over a mile away - it was wonderful having an entire lake almost to ourselves.











From Prescott, we drove north to higher elevation and cooler temps at Flagstaff, AZ. 7,000 feet up, "Flag" is a delightful college town with lots of hiking nearby. Since I am planning a Grand Canyon trip in November, I needed to get some steep climbs in for training. Eldon Lookout Trail is a 2,000+ foot elevation gain from the trailhead, and I made the climb while Suzanne was giving a reading in the coach. . On the way up, I met Terry, a part-time Forest Service firefighter who runs a fish hatchery in California. He was wearing full "battle gear", a heavy flame-retardant suit, helmet, and boots, and was carrying his personal firefighting equipment and water. Needless to say, I was moving faster than Terry. I offered to put some rocks in his waist pack for extra training, and he actually laughed at that suggestion, but declined my offer. I have the utmost respect for these forest fire first responders, because they risk their lives on a regular basis in an extremely hazardous environment. Out West, too many instances of serious burns and lost lives occur when a fire initiated by lightning or a careless camper blows up or changes course because of high winds, low humidity and high temperatures, trapping firefighters before they can evacuate to safer ground. 

The view from Eldon Lookout (9,300 ft) was spectacular. A lookout tower there was once manned to locate fires before they got out of control. Traffic in Flagstaff thousands of feet below looked like kids' toys, and since I was the only person at the summit, I got to enjoy the solitude (with only a few birds for company) for 15-20 minutes until I headed back down the mountain.












Another hike, this time with My Lovely Bride, took us to a section of the Arizona Trail near Aspen Corner and Snow Bowl, just south of Humphreys Peak (12,633 ft., the highest point in Arizona). We hiked through beautiful aspen groves and occasional meadows on a perfect day, sunny and 70F, while Phoenix baked in 100+ degree temps 150 miles south of us. Here she is offering her hand to one of dozens of Monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) that were flitting from flower to flower having lunch. Useless trivia: Monarchs obtain moisture and minerals from damp soil and wet gravel, a behavior known as mud-puddling. Similar behavior has been observed in young boys, but it is not admired as much by their parents as those of the butterfly persuasion...






Following that hike, MLB took off her hiking shoes and noticed that she had removed a good part of dust and dirt from the trail; I warned her that the Forest Service has rules about not taking anything with you except memories and photographs...

















Our next stop was in Las Vegas to visit our good friends Jerry and Karen Facciani. The foodie highlight of our brief stop was dinner at Lotus of Siam, one of the top Thai restaurants in the US. The cuisine was so amazing that we wound up going both nights we were in town. Lotus also has one of the best wine lists in the world, and we were surprised when Jerry ordered a German Reisling with some spicy Thai dishes - it paired beautifully! Jerry is a world class oenophile, and every time we get together we learn a lot about fine wines. (Yes, we are sampling a red in this photo... Jerry assured us that a Zinfandel would be perfect to sip on in between dishes and Reisling. And yes, it was!)

It was too hot in Las Vegas to run, so we went to Nellis AFB and used their gym - Suzanne ran on an indoor track and I used a rowing machine. Here is just part of the massive indoor fitness center, scaled for use by the several thousand airmen stationed here, as well as visiting aviators and retired folks like us. 

Did I mention that Las Vegas in June is hot? Reported highs were at 121F, but we saw 131F on the coach thermometer which was in direct sunlight... and it was still in the 90s at dawn... too hot to walk the pups outside on the cement, so we had to carry them to the few shady spots around for head calls. 

Suzanne departed Las Vegas by air to Richmond and Detroit for events, and I continued west, arriving in temperate Seal Beach, CA, after a long drive through the desert and the Los Angeles metro area in pre-rush hour traffic. I had been stationed in Southern California in the 70s when traffic was merely heavy, but now it is absolutely insane. SoCal is a different place in many ways, but one positive thing I noticed was the emphasis on physical fitness. Here is a summer camp for kids; they were running along the beach in sand, then would stop for calisthenics. Ooh-Rah!



After a week of twice daily workouts and extreme boredom with MLB being on travel, she returned to enjoy a day or two on the beach before we headed north to Santa Barbara. I took her out for an Italian dinner, and everything was going swimmingly until she mentioned that she had an evening event for a local Helping Parents Heal group coming up that wouldn't require my presence - I merely said, "No problem, My Love, there's a wet tee shirt contest at a beach bar just a mile away." Without a moment's hesitation, she threw a hard roll at me.  Was it something I said? 





More on our California adventures in the next installment, and I promise it will be out within a week. 

Contest Winner! A Cute Desert Tortoise; Not So Cute Rattlesnakes and Scorpions; Soaring! Boating! Saguaros; Up Close and Personal

I am pleased to announce the winner of last week's "Vote on Ty's Hat" contest. Valerie Molle of Salt Lake City was selected from the hundreds of ballots I received. Valerie voted for my old, dusty, Foreign Legion camouflage hat with the cool neck flap, which only a select few actually preferred over the Indiana Jones hat which My Lovely Bride bought for me. (Now, whenever we hike together, I wear the new model, in deference to MLB's desires...) Valerie will receive this very cool looking stuffed desert tortoise (Gopherus agassizii). These tortoises are very hard to find in the wild, because they rarely emerge from their burrows, except during the summer monsoon season (July-September). But they are long-lived (50-80 years) and survive on grasses, herbs and some varieties of cacti.






We are now staying in Cave Creek Regional Park, north of Scottsdale, AZ, and the daily temps are running 93-100F, requiring that we get out to hike very early. Rudy and Gretchen, our two Dachshunds, get us up at 0530, and after Suzanne's meditation and a quick breakfast, we're hiking by 0715. Other early risers are out on the trail as well - other hikers, mountain bikers and local residents, like this speckled rattlesnake (Crotalus mitchellii pyrrhus) that I encountered in the middle of my hiking trail while MLB was back in Florida. This species is very adaptive to its locale, and five different populations in the Phoeniz area have totally different colorations, depending on the color or rocks in which they reside. This two foot long critter was almost pink, but others are white, brown or even lavender-tinted. Evolution is amazing...



At the end of that hike, I stopped in a restroom to wash my hands, and as I reached down into the sink to rinse them, my eyes caught movement... this striped bark scorpion (Centruroides sculpturatus), the most venomous of American scorpions. The bubbles around him (her) are from the soap on my hands... I picked up a coffee cup out of the trash and relocated this little guy outside. 

I then stopped at the visitor center to let the rangers know about the scorpion, because their stings can be fatal to children, older adults or those with medical problems. (Fortunately, I don't fall into any of those categories.) Mark, the resident ranger and wildlife expert, gave me all the scoop on local snakes, scorpions, Gila monsters, tortoises, deer, coyotes, etc. Mark has been stung 7 or 8 times by scorpions, and fortunately, the worst effects were intense pain and sore arm muscles for 48 hours. 










He also showed me another local resident, a giant hairy desert scorpion (Hadrurus arizonensis), a much less aggressive variety than the bark scorpion. I couldn't believe he was picking it up in his hand, but he assured me that it was safe. Relatively speaking. 













After surviving encounters with slithery critters, Suzanne and I were very fortunate to be able to go soaring (separately) with John Weber, who is an expert pilot of sailplanes and powered aircraft (he has 5 or 6 planes). John has been flying gliders (sailplanes) since he was 15 years old, and put his carbon fiber craft through its paces, taking advantage of thermals to rise from 1,000 feet to 12,000 feet. Here John and Suzanne are about to take off. This model has a retractable propeller that allows the pilot to take off without a tow plane. (The propeller is known to other glider pilots as "the mast of shame" and is retracted shortly after take-off.  If all goes well, it is not used any more except in an emergency, even not to land.) See Suzanne's video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZSa5nwX3dw for a great summary of the flight. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for both of us. We were amazed by John's ability to find thermals (updrafts) that lifted the sailplane up and up - you can hear the variometer beeping in the background - it's a device that lets the pilot know when he's climbing (higher pitch) or falling (lower pitch). Thank you, John, for an incredible experience!!!

While Suzanne was back in Florida visiting her mom, I got to go on a ski boat ride with Elizabeth and Cyril Boisson and several friends. All of us had lost a child, but as members of Helping Parents Heal, we all know that our kids are always with us - as they must have been on this special day zooming around Bartlett Reservoir. (I did catch some grief from MLB for hanging out with four beautiful bikini-clad ladies while she was out of area...)












Suzanne returned from Florida and we continued our daily hikes; here she is in the early morning's light at Gunsight Pass on the Go John Trail. (The name comes from the similarity of this rock formation with the iron sights on a Model 94 Winchester.)  After viewing my photos of the boat trip, she said she thought of wearing her bikini for the hike, but prudence prevailed.















Another desert hike took us to Spur Cross Regional Park, where last year we participated in a bench dedication ceremony for Morgan Boisson and Kyle Erickson, two young men who have passed to the other side. We are now friends with their parents, and wanted to spend a few minutes in the special serenity at the top of Mariposa Hill. 












While at Spur Cross Park, we found this incredible saguaro cactus (Carnegiea gigantea), with more twisted arms than an octopus...

We have enjoyed special friendships here in the Phoenix area - this dinner was at Elizabeth and Cyril Boisson's beautiful home in Cave Creek with its amazing art collection - along with Lynn and Jeff Hollahan and Debra Henson. Suzanne's wonderful assistant Bev was to have flown out to Phoenix for Suzanne's event in Scottsdale the next day laden with supplies like folders and nametags, but she was sidelined by a nasty case of pneumonia.  So, in addition to dinner, we had a "folder-stuffing party" after dessert. Suzanne's marketing assistant, Brenda Baker, was also seriously ill and in the hospital during this period. Fortunately, both Brenda and Bev are recovering after their ordeals.




The big event was titled "Up Close and Personal with Susanne and Suzanne". Susanne Wilson is a medium here in Arizona, whom Suzanne met at the bench ceremony discussed earlier. They hit it off, and over the past year developed a program first presented here in Scottsdale, where it was enthusiastically received by over 100 attendees. Susanne and Suzanne will be holding another workshop at the Hacienda Center in The Villages, Florida, in March, 2018 (details to follow). 





We enjoyed a great dinner with Susanne and her husband Carl, a former Marine who has run several successful businesses and enjoyed sailing in the San Francisco Bay area. We got along very well with this great couple and look forward to their visiting us in Florida.















Speaking of wine... were we? Well, anyway, I would like to acknowledge the fine bottle of Ed's Red from Texas that Ed Reaves presented me back in Kerrville. Who knew that Texas produced good red wines? It went very nicely with Suzanne's pasta. Thanks, Ed (Oh, Ed Reaves didn't actually produce it himself, although I think he may occasionally take credit for it.) Look out, Napa...













Finally, a couple of comments about a sister service from two retired naval officers. We were going through the gate at Davis-Monthan AFB, and the gate guard , a young Air Force guy, checked our ID cards, saluted, and then said something that we had never heard from a tough security force person... normally, a Marine gate guard will say, "Ooh-rah, sir!" A Navy seaman will say "Go Navy, sir!" A soldier will say, "Hooah, sir!" This young Air Force guy said, "Fine and dandy, sir!" "Fine and dandy???" 

That interaction led me to recall this photo...  "Just sayin'..."

Mr T's Handiwork; Albuquerque; Sandia Mountains; Snow! Tucson; A Hat Contest

At the risk of dating myself, does anyone remember Mr. T from the 80's? The reason I ask is not as a result of losing a trivia contest (actually, I was either at sea or stationed overseas then), but rather a recent experience getting my hair cut. At an undisclosed location (unnamed for my personal protection), I walked in to a military barber shop, saw 7 men waiting, and turned to get a number from the little red machine. Before I could draw my number, a deep bass voice announced, "Sir, there's no wait. Sit down in this chair right here!" Startled, I looked up at a replica of Mr. T from The A Team - huge, Mohawk and wearing solid gold bling jewelry. 








Confused, I looked at the other customers, all of whom were suddenly intently studying their magazines or iPhones- except one young airman, who looked at me with a smirking "You are doomed, Bud!" expression. I said, "But what about all these guys?" "Never mind them, they're all wusses!" (It's hell being an out-of-towner...) I sat in the chair, and Mr. T's twin asked how I wanted my hair cut. "Medium, not too short, tapered in back... and did I mention 'not too short'?" Well, about 2 minutes later, I was out of the chair with the shortest haircut I've gotten since OCS back in 1969. You know you're in trouble when all of a sudden you feel the wind on your bare scalp - and you're inside! My Lovely Bride looked at me in shock when I got back to the coach, but stifled her laughter out of courtesy. 




Tent Rocks (actually the Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument) between Santa Fe and Albuquerque is a stunningly beautiful area. The spires are reminiscent of the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon. We had a great hike there on a day when few people were around. Those cliffs and spires are from 500 to 1,000 feet high. Kasha-Katuwe means "white cliffs" in the native Keresan language of the pueblo here.













Here is My Lovely Bride in a narrow slot canyon holding up the side walls - can you imagine what this would look like in a flash flood??? Ooog-ley!!!

The young ranger told us that the trail was "moderate", but when we got near the top of the canyon, some rock scrambling was necessary... My Lovely Bride was somewhat less than impressed by the ranger's analysis of this trail, especially since this was supposed to be a "recovery" day after a two-day workshop!  













Albuquerque was our next stop, where we caught up with Jim Pasch, a seriously metaphysical guy who also has a PhD in nuclear engineering. Jim had emailed us to offer to take me hiking, and we met up for a hike in the Sandia Mountains east of ABQ. This was my second hike in rough canyon terrain here, but worse because Jim was trying to kill me... at least, that was my conclusion when he kept finding boulders to scramble up instead of using a perfectly good trail about 50 feet away. Jim had suggested a 15 mile forced march up 4 or 5 thousand feet, but thankfully, Suzanne wanted to meet us for lunch, so it was only a 3 hour ordeal. (Actually it was a blast, even though I was concerned about breaking a leg or two.)





Jim also gave us a tour of his research facility at Kirtland - he is senior engineer working on a cutting edge Brayton cycle project to produce electricity more efficiently. I would have taken a photo of his equipment, but it was located in the nuclear area of the base, and I'd probably be locked up for a decade or three for taking photos, so I'll pass on that. I can post a photo of Jim presenting me with a beautiful turquoise and silver money clip, which he acquired in Madrid - that's pronounced Mad-rid, and is a quaint tourist town near ABQ. Thanks, Jim, for the gift and the hike. Suzanne and I are already looking forward to our next visit!

This terrain is typical of the Sandia Mountains - rugged and rocky. This photo was taken on the Domingo Baca Trail not far from where Jim and I hiked.

This rock cabin, presumably occupied by one Domingo Baca in the distant past, was semi-hidden up the canyon near a small snow-fed stream that was shaded by conifers. It would be a delightful rustic getaway for a hermit, but lacks a few amenities - like a roof, a door, and plumbing...

Before leaving Albuquerque, Suzanne and I got
 to hike on the east side of the mountains. We drove up to Sandia Crest (10,680 ft) and found a great hiking trail - which unfortunately was impassable because of dozens of downed trees (deadfalls). Here is MLB standing in a cold wind in a fleece jacket - it was in the low 50s up there where the wind was roaring over the crest of Sandia Peak. 

We dropped a few hundred feet in elevation to the 10K Trail, which was much warmer and more easily navigated... well, except for a few snowy areas that required some post-holing. That's the term for when you sink up to your crotch in soft snow. At least the weather was warm enough to go without jackets, once you got off the windy crest. Also, I was very proud of Suzanne, who is doing very well at altitudes which previously caused her severe shortness of breath and fatigue. (See www.SuzanneGiesemann.com/videos/ for her "secret".)

We were staying at the Kirtland AFB Family Campground, which had no grass for the puppies to enjoy, only rocks, sand and dirt. So we would drive to the parade field every evening at sunset to let Rudy and Gretchen run through real grass for a change. Sunsets here in New Mexico (and throughout the Southwest) are often impressive, and this one was no exception.

We did get out one day mountain biking on some challenging trails in the Elena Gallegos Recreation Area near the Sandia Tramway. Here is MLB charging up a hill, less winded than I at that point...












Much of the trail was rocky, and most of the narrow turns had strategically-placed cactus to keep you alert. (Fortunately we survived without any cyclist-to-cactus impacts.)

Tucson was our next stop, where Suzanne worked with Dr. Gary Schwartz and his lovely wife Rhonda on research with the spirit world for the development of  the Soul Phone. Of course, I got out for a couple of hikes - the first, solo, was the scenic Bear Canyon/7 Falls trail, which took me up (where else?) Bear Canyon, a rocky, strenuous hike that brought me to seven dry cascades, but with several pools which still held water. (The teeny black thing at lower left that looks like an ant is actually another hiker.)

On our second day in Tucson, Suzanne and I hiked the Telephone Line Trail, on a much warmer day than my previous day's hike. I felt pretty good, and after about ten minutes, realized I was getting ahead of Suzanne. Then she called out from about 25 yards astern, "Ty, come here for a second, please." The 30 pound piece of rock she placed in my hands to carry for the rest of the hike was just too big to put in my backpack, so I agreed to throttle back a bit... plus, I didn't want to sleep on the cold, hard ground that night...















We were pooped by the end, and no-see-ums were munching on My Lovely Bride. Seems that her Boy Scout husband had neglected to bring insect repellent... oh, gloom and sorrow. But I did get her to laugh when we stopped at the park bookstore. She hasn't liked my desert hiking hat very much, so she picked out a new one for me. I would like to prove to her that my taste in haberdashery is just fine, so I'm taking votes on hats A (the first two photos of my really cool camouflage Foreign Legion-style cap with the flap covering my neck) and B (the third photo of the stylish chapeau that MLB prefers). 

Please send your votes with a line or two of justification for choosing the hat you like most to TyGiesemann@gmail.com  The winning entry may get a camouflage hat like mine or something equally cool... like a stuffed ground squirrel...



Speaking of.... I tried getting one of the locals to vote on my hat, but he was very shy and taciturn...

Fort Sam; Wimberley and New Braunfels Events; Adios, Ya'll! Santa Fe; Snow! Ten Thousand Feet!!!

The 2017 Messages of Hope Tour continues west. After Houston, we moved on to San Antonio, spending a few days recharging at Fort Sam Houston. "Fort Sam" is a favorite of ours, mainly because of the atmosphere created by hundreds of young combat medic trainees, both Army and Navy. Yes, the Navy sends some hospital corpsmen here - those that are destined to serve with the US Marine Corps, particularly in front-line combat units (such as the infantry, affectionately known as "grunts"). Corpsmen (like chaplains) serving with Marines even wear Marine uniforms. Class units of 20-40 soldiers and sailors marched to and from classes and meals, and we happened to be riding our bikes around base during the Friday graduation ceremony. The roar provided by hundreds of loud "Hoo-ah" and "Ooh-rah" shouts was energizing. Earlier, we had passed a football field stacked with duffel bags and sea bags; then an hour later we passed that same field crowded with young men and women and their proud families, picking up their gear to start the trip to their first real duty assignment. For some it might be just down the road here in Texas at Fort Hood or Fort Bliss; others might be flying over to harder front-line combat tours in Afghanistan, Iraq or Somalia. In any case, all of these young soldiers and sailors are prepared to put their lives on the line for the rest of us Americans. So the next time you see a military person in uniform, please give them a thank you.


Another great activity here is riding the bike trail along the San Antonio River, which is part of a National Historical Park. There are eight missions along this beautiful, well-maintained trail. Our turn-around was at Mission San Juan Capistrano, founded in 1731 by Franciscan priests. Construction was completed in 1756, and the mission seems little changed from that era. 

  

Our next stop was an Air Force campground at Canyon Lake, north of San Antonio. The recreation area supports Lackland Air Force Base, about 50 miles away. The lake is beautiful, sparsely developed and ringed with hillsides covered with pines and cedars. Suzanne was doing in-person readings every day, so I got out to hike every day. I think I know the woods around Canyon Lake pretty well...










Suzanne's next Texas events were her Adventures in Consciousness presentation at Unity of Wimberley, which has a very friendly and active spiritual community. She also spoke at Unity of New Braunfels, where she gave her Transformative Power of Hope presentation. Here is Suzanne with Rev. Karen Tudor, Senior Minister at Unity of New Braunfels.















Onward to Kerrville, in the heart of Texas Hill Country. Suzanne's first event, the Transformative Power of Hope, was held at Unity Church of the Hill Country. Rev. Patty Edwards was our delightful host here. 

















Suzanne had been invited to Kerrville by Ed and Sylvia Reaves, two extraordinary folks who had attended several of Suzanne's events in the past. Ed and Sylvia made our visit thoroughly enjoyable. Suzanne presented her Serving Spirit mediumship class at the Inn of the Hills, and the attendees were some of the most enthusiastic yet. 

At Ed's recommendation, we went hiking at Enchanted Rock State Natural Area, near Freericksburg, Texas. This massive pink granite pluton batholith (dome) is from the Precambrian Era, and is about 1,082 million years old. Gee, that's even older than My Good friend Bob... Apache and Comanche Indians believed the mountain had spiritual and magical properties, partly because it creaked and groaned at night - modern geologists know that these noises are due to the rock's contracting at night after daytime warming. One historical note: in 1841 Captain John Hays single-handed from the summit fought off a band of Comanches trying to take his scalp, inflicting such heavy losses that the attackers fled. 

Our hike took us up to the summit, where we had a fabulous view of several counties. Then we descended to the Loop Trail, which strangely enough makes a big circle around Enchanted Rock. Who would have guessed? 














We made a brief stop for PT at Fort Stockton, where we met a real character, Rafael (Rafy) Aguirre, who was the maintenance supervisor at the city park where we went for a long walk. When Rafy found out where we were from, he said, "Oh, yes, Florida is a suburb of Texas!" We spent a few minutes laughing about Texas and Florida, and as we departed, Rafy called out, "Adios, Ya'll!" 














Santa Fe! Our next stop is one of our favorite places in the US. Friendly people, beautiful scenery and fabulous Southwest cuisine. We immediately went for a hike in the Sangre de Christo Mountains. Suzanne has always had a problem with altitudes over 8,000 feet, but the mountains called, and she had been doing some self-healing exercises. She's looking pretty good here at 9,440 feet, but can she go higher????










We met a charming young woman from Los Angeles, Sarah, who is a yoga and pilates instructor. She and Suzanne hit it off right away, and we hope to see Sarah at Suzanne's Serving Spirit class in Camarillo, CA, in July. 













Our next hike, the Big Tesuque Trail up to Aspen Vista in Hyde Memorial State Park, was a challenge. Here is our altimeter proving that she made it above 10,000 feet. Unfortunately, heavy snow from last week's storm blocked our path, so we didn't make the summit, but it was still a memorable hike.

As we finished that 6 miler, My Lovely Bride said, "Ty, I could do it all again right now!" "Suzanne, speak for yourself... I'm ready for a glass of Cabernet!"