In search of the continuous road trip
Sometimes when we write something less-than-positive about a place, nobody gives a shit. Like Savannah. We didn’t really like Savannah all that much, wrote about it, nobody cared. Savannah doesn’t care what our blog says, what we think. Other times, like with Salt Lake City …
Go to enough bookstores and you start seeing a pattern. There are these books that are in every store, misfit books that nobody seems to want on their shelves. Eat, Pray, Love is one of them. A Million Little Pieces is another. Couplehood, by Paul …
The thing I love about Mount Rainier is how it reveals itself. It’s just not visible all the time even / especially when you’re right next to it. It hides. It’s shy or something. And then BAM! there it is. Other times it’s more like …
I kinda like it when the stereotypes are true. While camping in Mount Rainier National Park, I noticed our neighbors had two (2!!) coffee presses ready for brewing. Big ones too. They even had a little travel-sized one like I used to use too. Amazing. So …
Moose’s is a sawdust-on-the-floor type place and it’s got me thinking about value. I mean, some restaurants just feel like they’re robbing you, like they only exist to take your money. Moose’s Saloon isn’t one of those. Yeah, the pizza crust is frozen, cookie-cutter cardboard, …
Montana is the state I was most excited to visit after Alaska. Fly fishing … mountains … glaciers … the state has everything! But it wasn’t what I expected, but it’s exactly what I should have expected. The first clue was the Inside Bozeman magazine …
My knowledge of the Oregon Trail is almost entirely gleaned from the Apple IIe game of my childhood. Whenever I see The Dalles on the map, I recall my fictitious children dying of dysentery, my successful (and unsuccessful) attempts at fording rivers, my ability to …
I pity the fool without a dollar knife. I pity the fool foolish enough to mess with another fool that’s purchased the dollar knife. I pity anything attempted to be cut with the dollar knife because it will not be cut clean, it will be …
Lisa asks: “If you could eat anything you wanted right now, what would it be?” I ponder. I think. I pause. I consider. “What’s taking so long?” “I’m thinking.” “Of things to eat?” “Yes.” “What are you thinking?” “Well, first I was going to answer …
Go to enough bookstores and you start seeing a pattern. There are these books that are in every store, misfit books that nobody seems to want on their shelves. A Million Little Pieces is one of them. Eat, Pray, Love is another. Couplehood, by Paul …
Well, it’s July 4th, shouldn’t you be off grilling or lighting things on fire (hopefully not lighting your food on fire) instead of reading our blog?! Get off your computer! We’re in the Glacier National Park area enjoying the dramatic views. Who needs fireworks when …
Ernest Hemingway’s grave is in Ketchum, Idaho. The gravestone is spare and reserved. It’s off the main road, under a grove of trees, next to members of his family, and decorated with notes, coins, and the occasional bottle of booze. His gravestone reminded me of Mies Van …