On long drives, I talk to myself in the car and play terrible and not-terrible music with equal gusto. Only people who love me would ever go on a long drive with me on purpose. During one particular trip–Laramie to Ucross for the first time (and then back during a Read more…
By “they,” I mean “lunches.” Chipz had potential… a deep fried variety pack, a deep fried burger, and fries (no mayo, please). Except, like many good romances, it always looked more delicious in my dreams. Bicky Burger and the accompanying “mixgrill” were all highly processed. So they had that strange Read more…
I woke up almost early at an anonymous motel in Moab. Now I am sitting in my parents’ dining room. At times it felt like I was not traveling, so much as hurtling. The desert exploded red around a bend early in the day and I made a sort of Read more…
Usually I set my GPS for shortest route on ass-busting drives like this one (Laramie to Phoenix) but somehow the setting was changed to stun–as in most stunning route. I took I-70 clear across Colorado. I drove over Loveland Pass and through the Eisenhower tunnel, which is also 40 this Read more…