The Land of Enchantment stretches down the Rio Grande a little bit into Texas. That is what a woman at the museum in Columbus, New Mexico told me. I am…

Oh, look. A VW camper van. Yes, and I admit to feeling sheepish, in spite of myself. But I do love her, a bit, and she’s my only traveling companion,…

They’re still here, and chased us to a rest stop in South Dakota. A dull and grey morning, but the wind was steady and soft. Lying in the lower foldout…

What a difference a river makes. When I came up the stairs of the PATH station at 33rd St., I inhaled the smell of the streets, and felt like I…