Hells Canyon starts here, below the dam on the Snake River. Janet contemplates Oregon just on the other side. We left the RV park in Grangeville sleep deprived, and soon…
I said it as a joke to my boss on a Friday, regarding my weekend plans. There was nothing, there is nothing, dictating my schedule, or even my decision to…
Grey it certainly is, but how influential is hard to tell. I walked about in the heart of Paris yesterday, until fading light and some spatters of rain drove me…
Serendipity, or subconscious guidance? I had a resigned feeling about the chore of recrossing South Dakota. But staring at the map, I saw De Smet, and “suddenly remembered” it was…
