Billings, Montana should be a hardworking petroleum-and-cattle town. There were gun shops, old west casinos, auto services, the oil refinery (we’d started passing oil wells near the state line), and…
We’re in the Blue Ridge Mountains! Woke up this morning in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, not sticky with sweat! The no-see-um’s biting my ankles, and the occasional, disconcerting bang…
…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…
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…
