It is Tuesday morning, my third day at Caribou Ranch. I awake at 7:00, much later than I usually do at home. Long walks in the mountain air must be the best sleep medicine there is! I think the lack of lights and constant sound help me sleep so soundly as well. Even this late, […]
Settling into a Routine
Monday, my second morning at Caribou, dawns cloudy and cool. The elk that came down into the meadow last night are still here. I hear an occasional bugle and can see them at the far end, much too far to photograph. Two young bulls stand separate from the main herd and slowly munch and spar […]
I Thought You Said Caribou
I have found that when you mention Caribou, depending on a person’s interests, he or she will immediately think of one of three places in Colorado . . . sometimes with humorous results (more on this later). So maybe a little history lesson is in order before I go much further in my tale. Much […]
Close Encounters of the Moose Kind
I am having computer issues and will not be able to add photos to my posts until the computer is fixed. This should be your reminder to always back up your files faithfully. Learn from my mistake. In the meantime, this is my first installment from my stay at Caribou Ranch. Awaking on the morning […]
Collecting 101
I was told that once you have three like items you are officially a collector of that item. So how many quilters out there are sewing machine collectors? Come on—be honest with yourself. I happen to have four machines, and each has a very good reason to be in my house. Or at least that’s […]
Lake Cora Memories
The sky starts to lighten in the East and awakens me. Not gently—but with a jolt. I am awake and out of bed ready to start the day. With a mug of hot coffee in hand, I wander down to the dock and watch the sun come over the trees and shoot a blinding reflection […]
Retreat Weekends
I always wanted to go to camp as a kid. I’m not sure why I never got to. Maybe it was the cost; maybe it was because I was very shy. I’m not sure. Now that I get to make the decisions, I go to my version of camp. My critique group, BLT, has been […]
Who am I? Who are you?
Who am I? I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what is in the name we call ourselves. First I am Barbara Beasley or Barbara Yates Beasley. Why the Yates you might ask. It’s because I share my name with other Barbara Beasleys, and I can minimize the potential confusion by adding my maiden name. […]