please conserve water
This morning I paged through pictures in a recent National Geographic issue devoted to water and the world’s myriad ways of using and thinking of water. One picture made me pause. A dark-skinned...
View ArticleHow does Susan Munroe Mountain?
The Canyons Resort out here in Utah is offering one lucky blogger the ultimate mountain gig: money, fame, gear, and sweet hook-ups, all for blogging four times a week on the subject of The Canyons and...
View ArticleSusan’s next adventure – and first real writing job!
I’m planning a trip back to Peru in March and April, this time not just for fun, but with a purpose. I’m going to be working for a non-profit organization (Awamaki) based in Ollantaytambo, a small...
View ArticlePlane tickets: bought! And, why Americans should travel more.
Tonight’s my last night working at Solitude. These past several weeks have been a long, white blur. I come home at midnight, collapse into bed and dream until the beepbeepbeep of the alarm crashes the...
View ArticleJohn Muir’s take on friendship and love
“To ask me whether I could endure to live without friends is absurd. It is easy enough to live out of material sight of friends, but to live without human love is impossible. Quench love, and what is...
View ArticleJust call me James
It was a hot day in the desert today, made even hotter by my double-fronted Carhartts and long-sleeved, woolly lumberjack shirt. I was sweltering. This, however, was very necessary. My tan colored...
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the Wasatch from above
I had to run to catch my flight today. The relative proximity of SLC International to my home in Cottonwood Heights made me a bit more complacent than I should have been. The good news is I made it....
View Article138 pictures = 138,000 words
My entry on the Grand Canyon trip was short. My photo album is not. I took over two thousand pictures, and was hard pressed to edit down to the 138 best. In my blog entry, I wrote about the space...
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Seldom Seen Susan: Part One
I woke from a light doze at 4:00 AM. Drifts of sand had accumulated inside my unzipped sleeping bag and on my sweat-slimed skin. Even in the pre-dawn dark, it was still too hot to be in a sleeping bag...
View ArticleSeldom Seen Susan – Part Two
My weekly “business trip” on Lake Powell to pick up the Holiday River Expeditions Cataract Canyon trip nearly ends in disaster when I wake to find that the company motorboat has blown off the beach...
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