Amazing? Magnificent? Awesome? Truly there are no words. But there are quite a few photos.Read More
A number of people have recently asked me where I’m heading from here. Clearly, I’ve fallen in love with California’s coast. For the spring season I'll be in California, Arizona, and Utah-then back to California.Read More
Well, it finally happened. I awoke to knocking on the rig. 2:30 in the morning. I sat up. Sat very still and listened to see if I’d really heard it, or was it part of a dream?
Nope. There it goes again. Seven or eight sharp raps in quick succession—just the way you’d knock on a door.Read More
I came out here on this trip to transition from a worker person to a retired person. From someone with a Manhattan apartment full of stuff, to a person who lives and travels lighter in a 26 foot motor home.Read More
There is a location on the park map called Skull Rock. There is a sign on the road pointing it out, and always seven or ten cars, or campers parked there, taking photos and pointing, and another sign inside the campground, showing the way to Skull Rock Trail. I hiked over there yesterday, and yes, erosion has created cavities that look sort of skull-like, but this entire landscape is filled with rocks that resemble familiar objects!Read More
At three o’clock this afternoon, I had a very heavy heart. Happy Hour in Quartzsite was about to begin, and I was missing it! I was really missing my pals, George and Suzie, Barb and John. I was even missing Hank and Piper, the dusty canine members of the group, who would rotate from lap to lap while the humans told stories and shared RV tips, best routes, and location information. Oh, and of course we shared recipes, as George was usually beginning to get supper ready.Read More
Hello Dear Readers
I've recently learned that some of you have tried to post comments on the blog but for various reasons were unable to do so. I spent some time this morning on the Square Space Help/Live Chat with a lovely woman, Susana, who was working out of a call center in Dublin. It was still quite too cold and windy to enjoy hiking today, so that was a very good use of my time. I hope we have resolved the issue, so please feel free to post away!Read More
As a general rule, I don’t just randomly shop, as an activity. I do not enjoy walking slowly through a giant flea market, looking at acres of dust-covered stuff. But I have been doing it here in Quartzsite, and I’ve been finding some hilarious stuff. As if marking the packaging, “As Seen On TV!” was really going to encourage me to buy the item.Read More
Successful hike up Q mountain the other day with my friend George. It’s just a big hill, really, that has a giant “Q” painted on the front—hence the name. Much of the landscape is super flat here, so anything that sticks up that much looks like a mountain to me.Read More
El Morro is a stunning oasis in western New Mexico. People traveling across the desert could always count on this spring-fed pool of water as a place to rest, fill canteens, and water their horses or camels. Yes. Camels.Read More
I left the Davis Mountains and Texas to drive what I'd estimated would be four hours up to Roswell, New Mexico. This was driving on a miserable two lane road through miles and miles and miles of oil and gas fields, and nothing. Also, somewhere along the way, I crossed over another time change, and so added an hour to an already long trip.Read More
I thought, "This feels just like a national or state campground full of people." There were way too many smokers though, for it to be a park crowd. It was a clear night, and perfect for a star party, except for the full moon. But, I’ve been getting some great moonrise shots right over the observatory.Read More
I picked up an ant colony in POFA and drove those mofos all the way to NOLA before I could convince them that my home was truly inhospitable.Read More
I was on a journey to circumnavigate the US and Nova Scotia this year, but a miracle birth happened in my family, causing me to put on the brakes—in fact to put on the parking break for a month.Read More
My pal Barbara and I met in Virginia for a few days to visit Monticello. An avid gardener and garden-planner herself, Barbara had wanted to tour Jefferson’s home for a long time.Read More
How do I write about Cape Breton? I came to Nova Scotia thinking it was all one country, but Cape Breton is a world all its own, and I totally fell in love with the place.Read More
I didn’t forget to write about Niagara Falls, but I do think it's one of those places that you have to see in person in your lifetime. I really don’t believe I have any words that are adequate to describe it; if you haven’t been there, you should try to go.Read More
Last night, I went on a guided after-dark hike. Not something I’d ever have done alone—go walk in the woods after nightfall, so I am glad the interpretive rangers took us out.Read More
I am riding around with New York Plates, and that often seems to be a conversation starter. One morning, I met a couple from Missouri named, improbably, Bill and Melinda Gates—no relation. Over a few minutes of chatting, we realized that we all planned to end up in the Cape Breton Highlands National Park that evening. I had a reservation; they did not. She said, ”We’re retired. We don’t plan anything ahead of time.” We wished each other safe travels and went our separate ways.
Three o’clock that afternoon, I was in a solitary “Look Off,” a place where there is a great view, and enough room for a couple cars or RV’s to pull in. All of a sudden, I hear Frank Sinatra bellowing “New York, New York.” And there’s Bill and Melinda with their sweet old dog, balancing all four paws on the back seat. They’re laughing their heads off, and said that they wondered if they’d run into me again, so they found that song on the iPod and had it ready all day. We all laughed and sang a chorus together then, they went on their way around the mountains, and in a bit, so did I.
Later on, I checked into the campground, didn’t much like the spot I was assigned, so I came back out to the ranger booth to get a site upgrade, and there’s The Gates’ checking in. I walked up to the back of their truck singing, “If you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere…” We laughed some more, swapped site numbers, and invited each other to visit.
I was wiped out, and eager to be horizontal, and, I don’t have a dog that needs walking, so I didn’t go out again that evening. Next morning I cooked this chicken cutlet, shallots, garlic, and zucchini thing I’ve been making in a red pasta sauce. Had some tricolor tortellini to go with it. All morning as I chopped and cooked I had a fantasy of inviting “my friends” over for lunch, but when I walked over to find them, they were gone. I kept looking for them, hoping they were just out sightseeing, but I guess they’d moved on. I had some real pangs of loneliness for a bit there, until I became re-acclimated to my own company. Funny how attached I can get to some of the folks I meet out here. The guidebooks on The Art of Solo Traveling didn’t have a chapter on this phenomenon. My imaginary friends in my head. We had a couple nice moments together. Wherever Bill and Melinda are, I sure wish them well, and their little dog, too.