Backtracking in time, through waypoints
Leaving Angel Creek National Forest Campground, which was high above Wells, Nevada at 8500 feet, we drove south along Highway 93, a long lonely highway much like Highway 50. Up a rise, down a valley,…
Nomads, Hobos, and Bohos
At a very early age, going on vacation had a special place in my psyche. The force of wanderlust was compelling. I remember seeing a mysterious trail or an unknown road, and just going, with…
The old man across the tracks, and the double yellow line
In the evenings at Goose Lake, Gyp was pleased to take a walk with me to the far end of the park across the Southern Pacific railroad tracks that carry weekly lumber mill runs from…
Lessons learning and other musings
Looking out our Airstream’s panoramic windows and pondering on this languorously hot July day how life experiences diverge so quickly from their moment of creation. We often ask ourselves how things would have been so…
Images along the road-Part 1
Old downtown Susanville, California classic signage Ben’s blog and travel note taking on the fly.
Morning Encounters, Part 2: Dogs, deer, cows, and crack dealers
(by Ruth, Honey Lake, CA) Remember when I told you that border collies get up at daybreak? Well, this particular morning, Gyp decided that we needed to get up before daybreak. As we walked down…