Scott and I love the thrill of looking for that unexpected grab-you-by-the-ass wonder. There’s no cool kid way of describing how it feels when your soul gets tickled. That’s why we travel. Often places will do that to people and they talk about it with a reverence. When you get there yourself… it just doesn’t…
The area around Rushmore is charming in that “this has been a destination for decades” kind of way. I get into old school entertainment – old mining towns that keep up the character, mystical fun houses that have been demonstrating the goofy side of physics for generations, mechanical horses for kids to ride outside…
It was only 48 hours away, but if felt so good to get home. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoyed myself. I successfully received half of our shipment but there was a mix up and our storage never made it to me. The saga isn’t over yet. Then I had a lovely quiet…
Here we are at the pre-programmed pause point. We knew when we left Colombia that I would need to spend a few days collecting our belongings in mid-Sept. We considered heading south from Maine when we started but with Jody AND Lorna and lots of other folks due west… the decision was easy. As…
aka The St. Louis Arch. Why the National Park Service didn’t just call it “The Arch” remains a mystery to me but either way – it’s pretty, it’s an experience and it’s something I have no intention of ever doing again (on account of my strongly developed dislike of heights). I never say “fear of”…
