How a pop song saved an Arizona town that the railroad abandoned and an interstate bypassed. I'm standin' on the corner of Winslow, Arizona.
I entered the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum with a breezy attitude, looking forward to seeing the place where colorful outlaws paid their public debts. I emerged a very different person. Here's why.
I wasn't there to explore the Northwest Passage, I was there to ride the Lolo Pass. At the summit, I met Clark the biker and Henry the pannier dog, one of many canine bikers I've met.
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.
