Our trip to Roberts, Montana was supposed to take about four hours with a stop for lunch in Cody, Wyoming. About 80 miles out of Thermopolis, the hotel we had stayed in called Cheryl to tell her she had left her laptop behind. We flipped around and headed back to Thermopolis to pick it up. […]
We took care of business in Casper, and the next morning, we headed off for Lander, Wyoming. This is the high plains. At an altitude of over 4,500 feet, there are few trees and mostly ranch grasslands. Wyoming is a “fence out state.” Most of the U. S. consists of “fence in states.” In other
Another sleep and we were on our way to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Black Hills had a gold rush starting in 1874. There are unique colors of gold that is called known as Black Hills Gold; pink gold is common, but I have been told green is also part of the Black Hills
During my journey so far, I have planned, organized, and made decisions about everywhere I was going to stop, where I was going to stay, and where I was going to eat. However, this adventure is different. I am traveling with my great friends, Cheryl and Doug Roberts (from Thanksgiving in Hilton Head back in
My original spring plan was simple: Be at my daughter’s house for her birthday on April 7th, be there for my own birthday on April 12th, and then take off for a couple of quiet weeks before returning to leave my trailer and truck with her while I headed north for my summer trip. But
Divides are one of those quiet geographical facts that most people never think about, but I’ve always found them fascinating. A divide is simply the place where water decides which way it’s going to go — toward one ocean or another, toward one watershed or another. The United States has four major ones. The most
I have wanted to go to Taos for a long time. I’ve been collecting Native American pottery for more than 35 years, and Taos was one of those places I always imagined would speak to me. I tried to get there several times — once in 2020, when everything was closed for COVID, and another
One of the most talked‑about destinations in the Southwest is Sedona, yet somehow I had never stopped there. In my first year as a gypsy traveler, I decided that had to change. I based myself in Camp Verde, just south of Sedona, at a campground near the reservation and a casino. I never stepped foot
My family is complicated, but I’m fortunate. I have four living sons and one who has passed, one daughter, two daughters‑in‑law, and one son‑in‑law. There are ten living grandchildren, one who has passed — he was the son of the son I lost — and one great‑grandchild. Keeping up with everyone keeps me busy, and
Tucson was approximately 30–45 minutes from Benson, straight up I‑10, and I found myself making the drive often. Most of my errands took me into Vail, a fast‑growing suburb on the southeast side of Tucson. What I didn’t realize at first was that Vail sits right at the doorstep of the eastern district of Saguaro
