…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…
Things sure ain’t what they used to be. For one thing, I don’t remember so many sea lions at the waterfront in Newport. I always heard that the fishermen hated…
Montmartre at the Place du Tertre is a little bohemian bubble in time. Though people do live here, it must cost a fortune. In my neighborhood, South Pigalle in the…
It doesn’t seem that the Owens Valley has gotten over having their water taken. Yesterday was Hwy. 395 all the way. Except for a detour in Nevada that took me…
