Kevin Bacon's not the only one who's six degrees of separation from the other people in his tribe. We're all drawing closer together each day. Here's a story of how my tribe reached out to me from yesterday's story.
My "sea to shining sea" aspiration at Port Orford, Oregon: is this a case of no guts, no glory? or "pride goeth before a fall"?
I first learned about Redwoods in a Highlights Magazine. Forty years later I met them in person. I hope that these photos and factoids inspire you as they did me.
Trying to find a place to camp in North Dakota oil country took some ingenuity and the help of fellow campers willing to brave Yellowstone River mosquitoes.
Glacier, Montana and the Kindness of Strangers
Posted on February 1, 2013
Here's a tale of stunning beauty and the kindness of strangers from my favorite national park, Glacier.
George Carlin had it right when he riffed on our relationships with our stuff. "A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it..." Motorcycle travel helps put this into perspective.
Two lessons I learned about riding a motorcycle in slop that also apply to life and some advice from Oliver Wendell Holmes
San Francisco Motorcycle Club & Stereotypes
Posted on January 29, 2013
Think of the leggy woman in a tiny bikini and investment-grade boobs who usually adorns a bike, then replace her with a paunchy, hairy guy. I love the cheeky role reversal.
About 100 miles north of Cheyenne, I looked around and didn't see another soul on the road. That's it, I'm gonna throttle up.
