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Los Angeles to Castiac Lake
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 […]
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 […]
MoreTo Minnesota. A whole lotta nothing…
As 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 […]
MoreWare Ware Nihonjin
“Say banzai!” and every child in Japan raises both arms so mama can pull their shirt over their heads and get them ready for the day…or night to come, it is a call to physically raise arms up, a sweet homely thing, which is strange considering Banzai is a war cry meaning ten thousand years […]
MoreEl Camino Real and Pulling a Gus
The royal road, stripped of it’s original name “El Camino Real”, and designated 101, route 1, the Coastal Highway, made virtually obsolete except for the towns and communities that still dot its’ route, mostly catering for tourists and hippies, it’s job taken over by the staid, dull, ugly, boring 5. I don’t care if I […]
MoreLast Day In Medora
“…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, […]
MoreWild horses and waking in Medora
I woke up after a cold and fitful night in our hard won camping space in Teddy Roosevelt National Park, pulled my hair back into a messy bun, retrieved my beanie, pulling it over my ears, and headed outside with my canteen to find some fresh water to boil for a cup of tea before […]
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