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…
On the way to breakfast in Hohenwald, Tennessee, I wondered about Mississippi. This morning in Tennessee was pleasant, actually cool. I had no idea the woods at night could be…
Nothing is as it seems–nor is it otherwise. Someone once told me the latter half of that phrase was a Zen koan. I can’t corroborate that. But after spending over…
