Last night I caught of whiff of some of it, or of a tough competitor. A couple of early twenties women in a tent not far from our site were the source. Street pot has a distinct odor that’s quite acrid. (Yo, we worked in the French Quarter for years!) But this scent was smooth and well-rounded, with no overtones of harshness.
Read MoreBut for the winters, we could very happily live in Colorado. As they say in Dallas, Houston, and Lubbock: “It’s the Texas Riviera”.
Read MoreKat’s buddy Barbara A. from Glacier, Airstream, and soon to be Amazon, turned us on to Creede, an old Colorado mining town rife with local color. Juneteenth, the day the slaves were freed in Texas (June 19, 1865), merits celebration. Kat and I also worked in Texas – if on more voluntary terms – so […]
Read MoreWe unwittingly chose a challenging day to cross the pass. There was a lot of wind, gusting to 50 mph, but more troublesome was a huge bicycle event strung out along our entire 100 mile path on Hwy 160.
Read MoreKat and Jackson are on record as appreciating your work, especially when you two rode out unarmed to meet that posse of AK-47 toting target shooters just below us, and suppressed their fire.
…any town where enough people appreciate Schubert, Mozart, Beethoven, and yes, Phillip Glass — is a place I would love to live.
Read More“You think you blocked enough *!@#%^! driveway with that *!@#%^! trailer”? I am a chicken at heart, but his words blew up my adrenaline: “I don’t think I heard you right.” He repeated his sentence word for word, which might mean he wasn’t drunk, but his words steamed me even more.
Read MoreOne can camp near Moab and see both Arches and Canyonlands NP’s from the same base of operations. We did just that, and I found Canyonlands quite interesting. For one thing, you see most of it from above, just like in Grand Canyon. The park lacks shuttles, but one third of it is highly accessible […]
Read MoreMeanwhile, Arches is crazily scenic despite its lack of a canyon. There’s no river. The park is just the product of millions of years of differential rates of rock erosion. Check out Kat’s pictures: I won’t waste 10,000 words trying to describe those ten pix.
Read MoreKat and I may have suffered National Park burnout. Maybe it’s just too much sandstone, but that’s what Utah has. Still, the Park Service does something different here: Capitol Reef doubles as a salute to pioneer Mormon settlers, and many of those old buildings, preserved so well, are open to the public. So are their vast groves of fruit trees – peaches, apples, pears, apricots, and mulberries. You are allowed to pick a bag of fruit for personal use, but only if the crop is ready. Nothing was ripe, so we ate no fruit.
Read MoreIvie’s Creek, northwest of Salina, UT, on Hwy 50 has it all. There’s a lovely old mountain checkered with firs, Ponderosa pines, and aspens to the west. There is a broad plain down in the valley along with Scipio Lake to the northeast. Nights are dark enough to please every amateur astronomer and most pros. The spring-fed creek is clear enough to suit a brewer, cold enough to take your breath away, and shallow enough that non-swimmers can safely wade in it. Its music rivals The Vienna Philharmonic’s….
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Life on the Blue Highways 