On the Trail

As a writer, inspiration strikes hardest when I’m running or hiking . . . hence the name of this blog. Ideas also occur when my mind drifts during monotonous tasks, but calling this blog “In the Shower” would be misleading and probably inappropriate.

Weird things happen on the trail. One time a dead prairie dog fell from the sky and landed with a thud just a few feet in front of me. I guess the natural thing to do when such a thing happens is to look up to see if it’s raining prairie dogs. There, circling above was a bald eagle wondering what to do about his lost breakfast. I backed away and sat down, wanting to see what was going to happen next. The eagle landed on a fencepost and we watched each other for a while. Finally, he cocked his head as if to say, “You want it? I’m not that hungry.” But I’d already had breakfast, so off I went.

On lucky days, I find exactly what I need on the trail. Once, when I was in a particularly sour mood, I came across five bluebirds sitting on a barbed wire fence. Tiny as chickadees, their vibrant blue forms shone like DayGlo paint against the sagebrush and yellow grass of November. I stopped mid-run to admire them, half wondering if some talking field mice would appear and together they would whip up a dress for Cinderella. Rationally, I know that birds migrate in the fall and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. But still, it felt like a sign. I left those birds feeling all zip-a-dee-doo-dah in my soul.

It’s hard to say what’s going to happen on this blog. I’ll write about things I like: books, music, nature, quirk, serendipity, and living in the West. I have a soft spot for relics from the past, which is why I love my husband. KIDDING, Darrick! My two wild children might spark a post or two. And I’ll definitely write about writing! Thanks for stopping by!