Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
When I take a road trip, I try to live by the cliche of “It’s not the destination, but the journey.” Last Thursday night, I decided I was going to give myself a birthday present. For 46, the idea of sitting alone in the house with my thoughts was just not something I wanted to…
Cody Wyoming is a destination for not only the gateway to Yellowstone National Park, but also to a curated version of the Old West, a tradition which was started by showman Buffalo Bill Cody himself at the turn of the last century and has continued today. Cody is synonymous with the Old West, boasting a…
They say to write like everyone you know is dead. Here is a story that might get me killed. As we drove down the highway, climbing higher into the mountains, the white crests and winterkilled grass of the high plains showed little sign of letting go of the last sheen of winter. She sat in…
I cannot stress this enough. When you look down at the street and see the words “LOOK RIGHT” stenciled on the street, you had better look right. It’s one of those things we take for granted. I can’t begin to comprehend how many streets I have walked across in my life. From the time I…
Yesterday was a total flop for getting out of the house. It has been one hell of a week, so as I sat down to write yesterday, I noticed that I had a strange sensation in my body. It was a few weeks of stress and tension, all built up in my neck and shoulders….
Not far from my home town, about 30 miles, used to be one of the largest towns in Northern Colorado. Back in the late 1800s, before the national currency standard was changed to gold, silver was a well-sought after precious metal, and Teller City was the epitome of boom towns. According to local history, Teller…
One of the things I like to do when I travel is eat new things. Food is an expression of the local character and culture of an area. Take the Southwest for example where green chile is King, Queen, President, Prime Minister, and all the rest. A ubiquitous food that transcends garnish or topping, green…
You feel the train long before you see it. The preceding hot gush of air, that wall of sound that fills the tube station. A cloud of dust and paper wrappers and other debris billows up as the brakes of the train scream, the telltale clack-clack and rumble of iron wheels on electrified track. Then…