At first I thought, Oh no, is this a meth lab motel? Then I quieted my mind and tuned in.
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Category: On the Road
Motorcycling is pretty straightforward: Oh, here's water, so I'll take it slow an easy; uh oh, here's a patch of gravel, so I'll get it and go. But life doesn't always present itself in such an easy-to-figure-out way.
Carter dug Denbeigh's grave in the back yard with a little moral support from a neighbor. The old Corgi was the only dog either of my boys had ever known as a family member.
Proving the old maxim that there are no strangers, just friends we haven't yet met, meet Bethany, from Kenosha, Wisconsin.
Yellowstone black bears and bison show us how to live the good life.
The 11-mile stretch is said to have 318 curves. I could believe somewhere in excess of 100 if you count the tiny wobbles off a straight line, but not 318. Oh well, why quibble? It's fun!
It’s one of the legendary roads that riders talk about with a mix of pride and wistful sighs; pride for having braved it, and a sighs at witnessing nature unadulterated.
Unlike any parades I’d ever seen back east, almost everyone in this one was either on mule or horseback.
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.