Smoke from the Dixie Fire thankfully (for us) shifted southwest yesterday, inundating the Sacramento Valley and allowing us to breathe fresh air for a change.
I’m on a little walkabout (driveabout) in the wildfire-ravaged West to visit my long time friend, Anne. Ever since I left Boise, my eyes are
“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Small, large, circle, square, thin crust, thick crust, stuffed crust, extra toppings.” Anonymous I love travel, writing, and
And finally, because earlier posts didn’t lend themselves to this content, here is an Atlanta wrap-up. Overall, despite the loooong road out, I give this
I was starting to think flatlanders aren’t supposed to find it: the Atlanta cemetery, the final resting place of Dutch Em, that is. Don’t get
The sign said Atlanta was just ahead. We were thirsty and tired of riding in the truck and looking forward to a rest stop and