October 16th, 2014.
Well, it’s finally hitting me. We’re well and truly on our way home. We just turned left and the snow-capped mountains of Colorado are in the rearview mirror, quickly obscured
October 14th, 2014.
We’re traveling across Nevada and as has been so often the case on this trip, I’m at a loss for words to describe the vistas around us. Rolling scrubland mountains,
April 1st, 2007.
Heather and I are rounding Black Butte and Mount Shasta on the highway passing exits for Weed, California. There’s north, south and central Weed. If we were more musiciany musicians
March 31st, 2007.
It’s funny, I can’t remember the last time I woke up and saw some slanting beam of sun illuminating the dance of dust. Perhaps I’m simply not inhabiting dusty enough