…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…
I understand why some cultures made it a sin to refuse hospitality to a stranger. And now I’m enjoying the hospitality of Sam Walton, in a parking lot in Gardnerville,…
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…
We looked at our last interstate freeway this afternoon. 2 lanes from now on. But I started the day’s travel in the foulest mood I’ve been in on this trip.…
