Dog-Gone Beach

Carmelites have an almost European obsession with dogs.  They put bowls of fresh water in businesses, hand out free doggie treats at restaurants, and provide cannisters of Mutt Mitts at most street corners.  Dogs are proudly walked down the sidewalks, in front of quaint cottages and shops, and right down trendy Ocean Avenue. Big dogs, skinny... Continue Reading →

Ferry People

A young man and his wife pedaled their bicycles laden with camping gear up to the ferry terminal in Port Angeles, Washington, looking to catch the afternoon boat to Vancouver Island. Towed behind the man’s bike was a small trailer holding a screaming toddler. The little family was running late and seemed concerned about catching the boat; stopping... Continue Reading →

Hiking with Giants

The trail to Fragrance Lake started out steep from a small parking area along the Chuckanut Road in northwestern Washington. Early morning fog, coming in from Puget Sound, blocked the rising sun. Cool coastal air, with a hint of salt and seaweed, mixed with the scent of the forest as we climbed the trail. We... Continue Reading →

Turkeys and Cosmo

One of our trailer tires began to fail so we pulled into the Goodyear Tire Service in Mitchell, South Dakota, the home of the “World Famous Corn Palace,” and not much else. Everyone we met in South Dakota was nice, down-to-earth, courteous, and just “good folk.” We were at the tire store before they opened... Continue Reading →

The Hit and Git

We needed diesel in the truck as we crossed over the Mississippi River at Vicksburg heading west.  A large billboard advertised a truck stop and superstore at our next exit. Perfect. Orange road work and flashing detour signs then announced that our exit was closed. We were re-routed around the truck stop, and found ourselves... Continue Reading →

On the Road of Discovery

I sat at my desk to plan a road trip for Marcia and me to the Pacific Northwest.  Cool air-conditioning dropped from the ceiling vents in my upstairs office.  A big leather chair had me perched in front of a 22-inch monitor with a keyboard at my fingertips.  Google, MapQuest, and the Airstream Forum were right there... Continue Reading →

My Grandfather’s Hawk

My grandfather stood on my backyard deck overlooking the tree tops and the valley below. With his hands cupped to his mouth and head tilted back, he let out a screech, "Cheeeeeeewv."  We held our breath and listened.  Nothing. Again, he screeched, "Cheeeeeeewv, cheeeewv."  We listened.  Far off down the hill came a faint raspy reply, "Cheeeeewv."  Again, we... Continue Reading →

The Open Road

How I long to be self-sufficient and free - an explorer in uncharted territory, a cowboy on the open range, a vagabond with nowhere in particular to go - traveling without schedules, reservations, or connections, having responsibilities to no one but myself and my companion.  The open road before me, my worries behind. All that I need - food,... Continue Reading →

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