Marge Baisch was running horses on her dad's eastern Montana ranch when she spied something on the trail that didn't belong there. "Too old to be a cow or horse bone," she thought as she scooped it up and put it in her jacket.
I don't know where to look first. Above us, constellations glitter in Utah's clear night sky.
Let's not kid ourselves. None of us want to wait until summer for some fun in the sun.
Wow! It's not easy to find a place that equally inspires kids and grown-ups, whatever their ages. Welcome to one of the most wonderful museums I've visited lately -- The Musical Instrument Museum in Phoenix, Ariz.
It's barely 15 degrees but no one is feeling the chill, even in these snow-covered mountains of Colorado. Certainly not the young couple from Nashville who got engaged the previous evening, outdoors next to the barn.
It's 5:30 a.m. and we're awake, outside and shivering, wearing more layers of clothes than we would on a New England ski trip, though we're on a cruise in July.