The only bad part of stealth camping in my truck in the parking lot at the Old Faithful Inn was having to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom… Continue reading
The original route had me skipping Yellowstone and going up into Montana, possibly through Glacier National Park. But after committing to Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse after Sturgis, I was on course through Wyoming, had a friend to visit on the other side of the Tetons in Driggs, Idaho, and figured it’d be worth checking out America’s own little super volcano again anyway. Continue reading
There I am. In a photo on Main Street in Sturgis, South Dakota on the Friday before the official start of the 75th Annual Black Hills Motor Classic. Wtf? Continue reading
Having to hustle it back west so one-nighters were all I had time for at this point. And although I’ve tried to keep my driving time shorter than five or six hours a day, when I got to Sioux Falls, South Dakota in the early afternoon- my next planned stop for the night- I just couldn’t see spending the rest of the day there. Continue reading
From Grand Rapids I made my way to Grand Haven before I went up to Muskegon to catch the ferry over to Milwaukee and on to Madison. Sounds like a lot, but so much more convenient than driving around the lake and through Chicago.
So I’m getting ready to head out of Pittsburgh and mapping a route to the Chicago area where I thought I’d be stopping for the night. At the same time I see a social media post of a photograph of my friend Kerri playing drums somewhere in Chicago. Perfect! Continue reading
Maybe I was a little hard on DC. No place in this country is without its quirks, contradictions, hypocrisies, what have you. And after all, I actually had a good time while I was there. Continue reading
Although she is extremely alluring, I don’t mean to imply my friend Lee above is in any way a ‘siren’ in the Greek myth tradition. Rather than leading you helplessly into danger…well, that’s entirely possible with her….but anyways, you’ll still be a much better off person knowing her. What I do mean, though, is the constant sound of actual sirens started driving me a little nuts while I was in Washington D.C. for a week visiting Lee, an old friend who has a whole fascinating story of her own. Continue reading