Viva Oasis Las Vegas
If you wanna go big, go Oasis Las Vegas. 46 acres with spaces for 935 RVs, a “Centurion” posted at the front gate for the security of the guests, separate family and adult pools with…
Killing an American Icon
Two days in Ely, Nevada, over a mile high and founded as a stage stop and Pony Express waypoint, was a stop on our journey; we’ve passed through several times before in earlier travels. The…
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…
“I always have relied on the kindness of strangers.”
– Blanche Du Bois, A Streetcar Named Desire Seven days into to our stay at Goose Lake has been like Eden after Adam and Eve ate the apple, still Paradise; but shadows of background irritation…
Morning Encounters
(by Ruth, from Goose Lake, OR) The thing about summer is, it gets light around 5am. The thing about border collies is, they get up at daybreak. And want to do five miles. On my…
Open Door and Confessional Whore
We all complain about the foibles of humanity as is incessantly announced in our daily news, and upon which rests the roots of all that is failure of the “others” in our society. Here’s a…
Highway 395: Trackway (Part 2)
As the eastern Sierra and approximate Highway 395 route was a major bird flyway, so too it was a trackway for animals and the Native Americans who depended upon them for their sustenance. As…
Highway 395- Flyway, Track-way, Gateway, Highway (Part 1)
Nestled along the eastern Sierra range from southern California near the Mojave Desert, crossing into and out of Nevada, skirting the eastern edge of California, into the high desert of Oregon, and crossing the Columbia…
Traveling through Terroir
Merriam-Webster: “The combination of factors including soil, climate, and sunlight that gives wine grapes their distinctive character.” How do we identify and relate to others? The microcosm of our personal world is wrapped up in…
Declaration of “Independents”
Switching from a noun: exemption from reliance on, or control by others; to an adjective: not dependent; not contingent or depending on something else; a free thinker. Ruth: My favorite word has always been Go.…