In them thar hills we found riches indeed. Spent the night at a camp called Ochoco Divide, at about 4,700 feet, and this morning it was cool enough that a…
An abandoned airfield in Brooklyn is the most surreal place Janet and I have camped. After twelve days in a high rise in Jersey City, hitting the road felt like…
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…
