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The cottonwoods throw their cotton, so their tarrying won't be forgotten, where water runs hidden, they declare, that they were bidden...

She was supposed to be here, where my elbow turns, heading down 395, the list we had of dreams said so, but my elbow's empty, loss upon...

Bags. Check Coffee. Check. The Who's Baba O'Reilly on 10? You're Effen right it is.

My trusty steed Rosinante is gassed and ready to go again, as am I! There be windmills to photograph and adventures ahead. This time it's...

That's right: this whole loop "loops" back to the other element of my road trips: finding suitable resting spots for my significant...

I know what you're thinking: you mean this whole thing has been an elaborate "loop" to put us back on US-50? Well, yeah, kinda. I mean,...

I know, it sounds like a bad Quentin Tarantino flick, but it isn't. See?

I'd never have stumbled upon CA-139 if it weren't for my idiot navigator, coincidentally named Bob. His ability to read a map,...

And here's a picture of me falling on my head. Talk about metaphors -- it could go either way really: knocking sense "into", knocking a...

That title used to be held, in my humble opinion by CA-395, which runs down the back of the Sierra in California next to Nevada. That is,...

In case you're caught short at the Oasis Cafe in Juntura, OR, they gotcha covered. Literally.

Boise (pronounced vociferously as Boy-see by the locals) is a remarkable small city that acts like a little town, at times with...

Other than getting a ticket for blowing past the guard shack at sunset, this was an awesome place: lovely strange sand dunes, beautiful...

Just add house.

I dunno -- looks like a nice motel....

It has been many years since I've seen Niagara Falls, so I had in some measure forgotten the power and majesty of huge water falls. If...

Craters of the Moon National Monument is a bit of a misnomer unless the moon is a whole lot more volcanic than I think it is. That said,...

Sometimes I'm not sure whether to lead with "she is my editor" before saying "she is my friend," to explain our relationship, but friend...

So there I am, roaming aimlessly (not really) in south eastern Oregon, looking for some divine guidance (again, not really) when I...

I'm sure you've smelled the smell of impending rain, as have I. And only recently did I learn it's name. But what I hadn't known until...