My wife and I live in a coulee along a drywash, a meager contributor to the Mississippi River and yet a topographical tributary to the Mississippi Valley.  We live in shadow until midmorning, when the sun finally...

The spring of 2012 flew early.  I remember my then one-year-old granddaughter watching the St. Patrick’s Day parade in shorts.  Our family picnicked on a balmy Easter Sunday, complaining only about our mud-caked dogs who had snuck away for a...

Our golden retrievers Riley and Finn – the latter belonging to my daughter – are not impressed with the scenery, preferring to jump in the action. Riley buries his snout in the snow like he’s rifling for spare change under...

To the contrary, we have not abandoned the summer cabin and gone south for the duration.  There are too many extraordinary sights we might miss. Driftless Wisconsin in winter is quite spectacular.  Stripped of its leafy pretense, the landscape takes...