The way out of here is down this runway. When I drive Janet on it, I always think of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and how great if she could get…

Serendipity, or subconscious guidance? I had a resigned feeling about the chore of recrossing South Dakota. But staring at the map, I saw De Smet, and “suddenly remembered” it was…

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…