11/19 – 11/25 “Oh shit, you set the car alarm off, that’s a stroke little bro.” Jim appeared in the kitchen of the Clarkston Union sometime in the summer of 2000. I don’t remember the first thing he said to me, but I recall that he was obviously a veteran of the restaurant industry. He
If my calculations are correct, this should post as we are crossing the border. We’ve been seeing signs for Mexico for over a week now. I’ve spent much of that time thinking about America as it is likely that we won’t walk on her soil for close to two years unless some unforeseen circumstances arise.
From Boulder Beach there is a short but steep climb into Boulder City. Boulder City is unremarkable. As you leave town and get onto US 95 South, you get one of those endless desert views. We roll downhill for 20 miles or so. There is a field of solar panels in the distance, but spatial
10/12/18 There is a semi-truck rolling along in front of me. I watch the tall grasses on the side of the road fold over like dominoes in its wake, turning to gold in the sun as they flex forward. It suddenly occurs to me that we’ve temporarily left the dead of Nevada and are now
10/4 – 10/10 We decided not to rush Thursday morning as I was hoping to catch the start of the quick draw competition. I wandered the fairgrounds to take in the denim jeans, “Don’t tread on me” belt buckles, and country jams. Old cowboys sat in front of a mirror practicing their stance. Hips forward,
10/3 Pyramid Lake to Fernley. We ride between the lake and brown sandy mountains for a dozen or so miles. The ground a strange patchwork of black circles where the desert scrub burned in a massive brush fire recently. As the rain drops, the fresh smell of ash and ozone rises. We ride through an
10/1 – 10/2 Ravendale, CA to Pyramid Lake, NV Pee on desert sage brush on a cold morning and the sweet tender scent will tickle your nostrils. Endless yellow scrub climbs golden mountains. Rattlesnakes sunning themselves in the road and little scorpions crossing the road. I think of Mexico, and crossing that border and wonder
8/31 – 9/6 “Two months of traveling and we are back where we started.” Passing the ferry terminal in Bellingham, where we had initially set sale, felt a bit silly. “It’s almost like we’ve accomplished nothing.” We breezed through Washington in about a week. Vancouver to Larrabee State Park. Larrabee State Park to Fort Ebey.
*Note: Some of this probably didn’t happen and this place may or may not actually exist My initial impression of the Great Yukon Lodge was that it was maintained with pride despite being a bit tired. The elements take their toll on any building here. Foundations shift, roofs are covered with moss, properties fill with
“Ok, you must be Chris.” He was 30 minutes late, but it didn’t seem to bother him. “So today we will be doing fish identification.” Circa 2011 I had ended up working in the Virgin Islands on a government project. I quit my job in the middle of the design phase and had agreed to