on the road
Racoons in the Wheel-Wells: The End of the Road
I miss those days when we would stow everything that could go flying while we drove in the class C camper, and take off down the road. There was a pattern to getting ready to leave the campground for a long trip. Billy was obsessed with having enough water. He would go and wash out […]
MoreTrailer Parks and Other Pits of Despair
Window to window in park-type trailers it’s impossible to have your privacy or co-exist without bumping into other people’s lives at close quarters. Immediately derided by anyone who knows you live there, yet you still have to pass tests just to gain entry to a community where you wonder how did these druggies and piss-artistes, […]
MoreSnapshots of life on the road
I occasionally pull out Kerouac’s On the Road and open it up randomly, much as I have seen people do with the Bible. What does Jack have to say today, I wonder to myself. “I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived […]
MoreSawyer’s Bar and the Marble Mountain Wilderness Area.
We 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 […]
MoreThe Mousetrap
We stayed in Medora overnight. He refused to let us stay longer, despite my begging. It is my favorite place on earth. I never got to visit very often, but he wanted to get back to Oregon. I woke up early and walked off alone while he snored, and the kids huddled snoozing in the […]
MoreThe One Eyed Mouse
Minnsota. 2017. No virus. Boy and Girl greeting me every morning with a kiss and a smile. Billy fit-ish, and kind-er. Mid summer. The shadows are playing across the grass and the concrete and the water and the rocks of Stony Point. The humidity hits you every time you take a breath, the heat on […]
MoreSurviving the pandemic on the road
One of the small joys of the last year has been the home recorded concerts by loved artists. Tallest Man on Earth did some lovely ones, which felt like he was playing the guitar for some close friends, doing covers that people requested, and being generally charming. It was intimate and sweet and felt like […]
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