We think of the Mississippi as an awesome force, which it is...eventually. Here's what I learned about life by visiting its headwaters.
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I was tempted to put down my tent at a rest stop before I got to Childress, but the big sign saying "Watch for rattlesnakes" convinced me otherwise.
But I took a wrong turn. By the time I got re-oriented my fuel light appeared. I was down to one gallon of gas, which would carry me about 60 miles.
At first I thought, Oh no, is this a meth lab motel? Then I quieted my mind and tuned in.
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.
If you had to introduce yourself to a dozen strangers every day, with no naysayers or fact checkers weighing in, what would you say?
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!