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 ›
Ruminations
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
My Father’s Gift
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 ›
Big Bend and the Unknown World
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 ›
Ode to the Postcard
A tourist can buy a lot of things in Fredericksburg, Texas. They can buy a cowboy hat, hand-sewn down the road or machine made halfway around the world and in a range of colors from black to tan to flamingo… Read More ›
The Gold That Remains
It’s funny how travel works, the way one trip invariably sprouts into three: the planning, the experience, and the memory. How the experience may exactly match, or wildly differ from, the expectations. How memory tends to polish up the good… Read More ›
The World In Between 