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…
San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…
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…
