The color of travel evolves.
Even yellowjackets can't keep me from pasta.
Confessions of an awkward human
This is the excerpt of a longer piece I’m working on regarding the Salton Sea, Bombay Beach, and Tourism as Voyeurism, and you can find a separate…
With time, my travel memories fade and develop a yellow film.
For 30 or so years, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was the inspiration for my dream car-house. It only took six months of living in an RV to decide that dream…
Sore throats and red suns: even in Tennesee, there is smoke
Tme passes both slowly and quickly. It seems like yesterday we hit the road in our motorhome, like those 2-and-a-half years were weeks or months, but it…
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Stories of an Anxious Traveler