BACK INTO THE BREECH

Funny how things keep surfacing in one’s brain.  Won’t let go, refuse to be ignored.  So it was with “The Canyon”, so listed but often called the grotto by locals.  When I was there with Mr. C we hadn’t pushed right in; Mr. C had never gone past a certain point and, frankly, I couldn’tContinue reading ”      BACK INTO THE BREECH”