Hello, Old Friend

Damn. It's been awhile.

Life, as it always does, kept right on with its gifts and sneaky tricks. I just managed to avoid to jot it down these past few months.

Which brings me to today and the sudden inspiration to share.

I'm not going to try and catch you all up in one long-winded Faulkneresque blog post. But you can all look forward to some photos and snippets in the coming days.

In short, Adrian and I are still in Tucson. We haven't completely eradicated the travel and adventure bug from our hearts or minds. And that can make life in the "real world" semi-complicated and quite honestly, boring.

But we're survivors. To cope with the horrible conditions of having jobs, we've turned our attention to mini-adventures, namely races, hikes, climbing and a few jaunts out West.

There is still a little bit of vagabond in us - possibly to the chagrin of the parentals. We've settled in nicely to our 500-square-foot casita situated amongst the horse stalls and within view of the house I grew up in.

It sounds more primitive than it is. Unless you consider the parade of ants that have plagued us this summer or the gopher that somehow managed to chew through the ceiling at 3 a.m. last month. Ahhh. The wonders of duct tape.