the Snarky Bumbler

Pruning shears. Hatchets. Pocket knives. Splitting mauls. Chainsaws. The Jawsaw  (my favorite tool)! Even kitchen knives...slicing a tomato ...

Heading towards the first climb at Red Cliffs, I mentioned to the gals, "this hill is one of my challenges." A newer mountain bike...

The other day a cheerful email popped up in my inbox letting me know a new line of cute, girlie, fashionable SUP apparel had just been launc...

Turning the small t-shaped handle, a familiar squeak-squawk-swoop sound filters through my ears and into a deep nook of my brain. “Ah,” my ...

Tuesday's sunset = inspiration lived. Bogus Basin. Photo: Hilary Oliver Its the last Friday of August and its not lost on me that a...

I showed him the photos. “Do you know this place?” I asked.  “I can take ya there right now,” he said.   Supper still in the oven, we t...

The ride through the center of town to my destination starts slightly downhill. Its easy and hardly requires braking or much exertion to pe...