In sauntered a tabby. I wondered if she had shrewdly sized me up as an animal lover or if she just assumed an air of chin-scratch entitlement with everyone.
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Why are we obsessed with being entertained? G.K. Chesterton said, "There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.” I wonder if he had Kansas critics in mind.
It’s an ingenious concept really. Imagine a game show that challenges contestants to use make scenes from twelve colors of corn.
Many of them resembled human figures, and although I had no idea of their significance, they gave me the sense that I was part of an infinite whole, transcending the limits of time.
To my left, over the Postmaster’s door, was a mural that I somehow knew, even without an art history degree, had been hand painted in my grandparents’ time.
On the late June day we hit Oatman, the mercury hit 115?, so not even the reptiles were stirring. Why would we take a detour to see a tourist trap on such a hot day? To see the Oatman burros, of course.
Everything switches into slow motion as I became a motorcycle centaur, leaning through the series of wide sweeping turns. Road magic trumps time.
Imagine the bliss of running 469 miles a two-lane ribbon of road connecting NC’s Great Smoky Mountains and VA’s Shenandoah National Park without a stop light.
When you think of vacationing in Wyoming, your first thought is probably Yellowstone and Tetons National Parks. I want to entice you to Greybull, just 140 miles east of Yellowstone, where you'll enjoy beauty, hospitality and dinosaur sites!
Every day of each road trip has its own theme. The first week of my 2012 road trip dished up plenty of chances to exercise flexibility and to get my ego in check.