Leaving Los Angeles was very frightening to me. Mr Charming had basically kept me under house arrest for years. My world consisted of my apartment, to the local grocery store, out to a park, or for a walk to a local shopping area, and back again. Billy was kind, the children adored him, and there […]
MoreWe had only been on the road for a short period of time – a week perhaps, just the time it took us to meander up to the very northern part of California. It is so beautiful up there – shades of highlands, or alpine pretensions with trees so large and tall they make you […]
MoreAs you go down from my beloved Medora, it becomes quickly apparent that the painted rocks, the hilly landscape of the little town where Teddy Roosevelt tried to make a success of ranching, is not going to last. This is not Montana with it’s skies and Rocky Mountain passes, and huckleberry bushes, this is not […]
MoreI never really thought it through when I climbed into Beastie, back in LA, back in 2015. I didn’t really think about any of it. I didn’t think about boots, or sensible clothes, or water canteens, or propane. I didn’t think about levelling blocks, or food stocks, or bears or cougar or falling branches in […]
More“…Keith Richards cutting his hair in 1967 influenced rock and roll as much as Link Ray slicing his speakers up to get that distortion, I ain’t kidding you.”….Billy was in a talkative mood. I was busy staring at a colt out the window, dark bay with a broad white face, his mother staying close by, […]
MoreLiving on the road, mostly in campgrounds across the USA means a continually changing cast of neighbors to avoid. There is an unspoken rule of leave a space between you and someone else camping, if it is possible. However sure as birds fly or pigs like mud you will regularly find someone who breaks this […]
MoreWe zig zagged our way up the I5 from northern California. This was a task because Billy refused to drive through Klamath falls, instead heading out for the coast, driving a circle around it and his various family members within it. We crossed the California Oregon border on Highway 101, hurtling past giant redwoods, hokey […]
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