Apparently, Albert Einstein never said, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results,” but it seems an apt quote to preface our latest decision, so I’m going with it. We took back… Read More ›
In my earliest memories, I could whistle John Philip Sousa’s The Stars and Strips Forever, including those pesky piccolo trills. Since I come from a family of prodigious whistlers, it wasn’t until I left home that I learned, for many… Read More ›
At the Enterprise car rental in Missoula, Montana, Pat and I went our separate ways. He to West Yellowstone. Me to carry on with the trip. In four weeks, I’ll return the rental car in Missoula and take the bus… Read More ›
For a long time, I thought my obsession with travel was a personal short coming. If I simply tried harder, I could stop. Then I learned that wanderlust is genetic. Bottom line, my parents did this to me. Which brings… Read More ›
The landscape is vast with a near constant wind. It’s a place where dirt predominates and color is doled out frugally by way of scraggly shrubs and thorny bushes. My black shoes are now a pale shade of taupe. “I… Read More ›
