Horse Whisper – And The Truth Shall Set You Free
I stood on a log and jumped on the horse’s back, without any saddle, bridle or seat belt of any fashion to hold me on. What happened next didn’t go quite exactly as planned....
Category: Butterfly Hollow Stories
Sasfriz Ticket – In a Colorado Mushroom Patch
A couple days ago we saw a flyer stapled to a board at the local grocery about the annual Mushroom Foray. Did someone say wild Mushroom? To those that know us, you already...
Please Don’t Smear That on My Sheets!
Bob: It was almost midnight when Bob and Brandon arrived at Butterfly Hollow, the quaint little B&B that would be their home for the next few days. Bob had driven straight through from Columbus, Ohio to...
David slays Goliath
I know that smell. It has followed me everywhere I have traveled, lived and have been in my 51 years of life. It’s poop! Yep, I’ll coat it with whatever you may need...
Sometimes I Fly Like an Eagle
In June of 2014 when we began our nomadic experiment and moved our happy selves into our 19′ camper, we thought it was just going to be a year long sabbatical tooling around the countryside...
“What? There’s no potatoes?”
(Words spoken by Sharon, music by David) I’d just put the final touches on the bride’s bouquet. Long stemmed pink roses, a few sprigs of purple statice, white yarrow and lime green ivy. Voila!...
