Once you visit Maine for any length of time, it’s easy to see why Leon Leonwood Bean — otherwise known as the founder of L.L. Bean — became a household name with his famous “duck boots”. Try keeping your feet dry in a place like this and it quickly becomes clear that his waterproof boots are really appealing — especially to hunters, hikers, and others that appreciate being in the great outdoors during inclement weather.
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Walking around a new town in the late afternoon is a great way to check out new sights and experiences. We checked into a nearby motel in Dillon, Montana, after a long day of driving and proceeded to get out and stretch our legs — resulting in this image.
For some reason, Cindy was adamant about getting something to eat right after visiting this spot.
Cindy and I can only go for a few short months before we begin getting a hunger to see the big peaks and long ranges of the mountains in the American West. Which are our favorites? Dunno, as they all have their appeal and charm, and we’ve seen a bunch over the years.
Sorry for the long dry period, but I’ve been having to deal with a torn rotator cuff in my left shoulder for a long while. I had the necessary surgery last week and am finally on the mend.
Long time readers will remember that I had my right shoulder done back in early 2015… welp, I guess the left one felt neglected.
Snow was lightly coming down as we were hiking the trail to Squaretop Mountain in Wyoming. If you’ve never seen it in person, Squaretop Mountain and the surrounding peaks have a similar visual impact as the Yosemite Valley in California… maybe not quite as dramatic and grandeur, but still breathtaking in its beauty. We didn’t walk much further on this day, but hope to return and explore much more in the future.
Just picture perfect…
Anytime we pass by the Norris Geyser Basin, we always stop — even if it’s just for a brief visit.
Walking along the beach after the touron season has ended is always so much more satisfying… no crowds, no noise, no distractions, no intrusions, no… anything. Just empty.
The wind is uninterrupted and blows sheets of fine sand across the surface of the beach. There is a certain bite to the air, both from the temperature and the light sandblasting. Ghost crabs scurry ahead of our passage and the occasional bird wheels above us to see if we offer a treat, while the dune grasses sway and bow as the weather fronts storm through.