That’s the feeling I get when entering the coastal zone of the United States. At the Lolo Pass, all rivers begin running to the Pacific Ocean. A little luck conspired…
I flirted with the familiar yesterday, twice, because I’m tired. Outside Roanoke, Virginia, last night the campgrounds were full by the time I was ready to stop. Seems that people…
If you’re not pretending to be what you are not, are you still pretentious? Today was just me wandering about the centre-ville of Dijon, which is a little architectural jewel…
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.…
