The sun’s just risen, and I’m wide awake, scrambling my eggs, remembering yesterday’s adventure, and thinking about spontaneous friendships, when Ricardo comes over to my campsite with a, “Good morning,” and an invitation to join him and Ben for breakfast. Since my eggs are already done and quickly getting cold, I spoon them into my […]
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Little Red Cabriolet in Arches National Park
It’s Saturday, and because I’m headed for Arches National Park, I get up extra early, have a quick breakfast of 3 eggs and a coffee, and down the mountain I speed to avoid the crowds. Heading towards the park I tune into Arches’ info station on AM radio and feel discouraged when a message warns […]
Mesa Verde N.P and Comforting Mancos
The altitude, hyper-alert driving, hiking and fresh air cause such exhaustion that by the end of my second week on the road, once I’ve sat down in my camping chair with a book in one hand and a cuppa in the other, I can’t recall the morning. I know I must have risen early and […]
Rome, Italy
It’s mid-April and we’re in the midst of an ice-storm that’s so bad school’s been cancelled. Wrapped in a blanket, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa that’s laced with a little zing, is the perfect time to reminisce about the warm heat of Rome, the cooling gelato and the kind smiles of strangers. […]
Genoa, Italy
I love cities where laundry hangs from the windows, or is neatly folded over sagging lines across alleyways. It’s a living city. Full of real people. It’s not made pretty for tourists although I think drying laundry is the prettiest sight. Hanging laundry is one of the first sights I get in the city, […]
The purr of Harleys in Deadwood and Sturgis
The famous Western town of Deadwood is nestled in the Black Hills of South Dakota. It’s famous to me because I’m a fan of Deadwood, the TV series. I imagine wooden houses, wooden boardwalks, mud and business owners who swear an awful will populate the town. Wood is no longer the building product of choice, […]
The Wild West lives on in Cody, Wyoming
I leave Yellowstone through its East Entrance and the highway which changes names 4 times along the route, takes me along the North Fold Shoshone River, by the Buffalo Bill Reservoir and straight into Cody, Wyoming. Apparently Buffalo Bill, who started the town of Wyoming, made it so on purpose – he built the town […]