The natural world, life, and dogs.
Some runs, that’s exactly how I feel: like a kid in a candy store. Happy. Awestruck. Stunned by what I see all around me. Following fluff butts Conall and Finn up through early-season snow to a scree field where the morning sun's rays have yet to reach. This morning was one such run. Fresh snow… Continue reading Like a Kid in a Candy Store
Petrel41 of Dear Kitty.Some blog has kindly nominated Wild Sensibility for the Liebster Award. I appreciate the nod! One delightful discovery, upon beginning to blog on the WordPress platform a few months ago, is the diverse, welcoming and supportive blogging community here. I admit, though, upon receiving Dear Kitty’s email notice, the recovering attorney in… Continue reading The Liebster Award
Other than a smattering of aspen trees, the autumn colors brightening the landscape in the nearby forest arrive courtesy of the shrubs that make up the understory. During a recent morning run I found myself stopping repeatedly, stunned by the beauty of the foliage, digging my camera (a Google Pixel 3a phone) out of a… Continue reading Nature on the Run
As a dog nut who also loves to write, combining those passions to create an article for The Bark magazine always makes me happy. This article was especially fun to research and write because I've always thought it would be amazing to help raise a guide dog puppy. Now I realize just what a commitment… Continue reading Raising a Guide Dog Puppy
When the world is a bit too newsy, and my days too peopley, I head to the mountains and practice some Stoicism, reminding myself: I can’t control external events, only my response to them. Following the dogs, weaving through rock cliffs and trees. My best response? Go outside and absorb the peace and calm of… Continue reading Too Peopley Out There
Several years ago, sharing photos of the rural valley where I live, an acquaintance commented, “It looks…bucolic.” Walking a country road as morning fog lifts. He meant it as a slur. He considers himself cosmopolitan, despite living in…Wyoming. The word bucolic is one I fully embrace, my raison d’etre for moving to Idaho’s mountains fifteen… Continue reading Bucolic
One of the delights of autumn, in addition to the leaves on the deciduous trees and shrubs turning color, is the abundance of bright berries. Like their earlier counterparts, mountain wildflowers, berries on mountain trees and shrubs come in bright colors, tickling not only our eyes but the mouths of the birds, deer, elk and bear who rely upon them as winter approaches.
As in...I finished that 30K trail race last weekend. Finishing was my only goal. After all, it's been three years since I ran this distance or longer, and I was thinner then. And faster. My longest training run this summer was twelve miles. Finishing was hardly assured, but given the remoteness of the course, bailing… Continue reading Success!
Old age and treachery will always beat youth and exuberance. David Mamet My father often shared the above quote as he aged, along with Growing old ain’t no place for sissies, which is attributed to Bette Davis. My father lived to be 85, and had he not smoked for 30 years, compromising his lungs, he… Continue reading Running Through the Ages
Late-season wildflowers in the forest of Idaho's mountains.
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