I was a little afraid to return to Frenchglen, because the winds of change have caused havoc everywhere. I nurse poignant memories from times I was here–2006, 1997, 1993–with my…

An Impressionist view of Nebraska’s Sand Hills is the best I got today. This is incredible country to me, still. After you get into western Nebraska, the land opens in…

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,…

Heading back north now, I wanted to linger in the countryside a bit before it began to be urbanized. I had about 390 miles to go to my next hotel,…