Crossing the Mississippi! Woke up this morning thinking cold, dark, coffee, bathroom. Snug in my bedding, wedged in with my stuff, I circled mentally until something had to happen. Janet’s…
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…
Chartres cathedral doesn’t cast the spell it once did, it seems. Walking back from dinner I was taken aback that the glory of the Almighty needs a cheap boost from…
San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…
