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…

…of the McKenzie River is easy enough to find. But first we came down from the Ochocos into Prineville, Oregon. Got gas and went to the restroom. Interestingly, most people…

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…

Made it to the Great Basin, still solidly in reality. Yesterday evening I walked into two competing bars, on either side of the Oregon/Nevada state line, and didn’t see a…