If I weren’t such a city girl, I would consider living on one of the ranches we pass on our way to Butte.   Today a vivid green carpet of grass surrounds these large, rambling single story homes nestled on the mountainsides. Bright red barns with white wooden corrals dot the fields.  Continue reading COWBOY BOOTS & PULLED PORK SANDWICHES →

We turn off highway 89A, gravel crunching under our wheels, pulled up to the lobby door of the DeLano and burst out laughing. Ever see Psycho? Here’s a 1950’s style motel with a 4-star rating and newly remodeled rooms one must push a buzzer for admittance. Is it a good sign? Beaver, UT, our first stop, population 3,000…sneeze; blink or cough and you are through Beaver. Continue reading SOMEBODY’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY BED… →