It was about this time last year that I drove across the middle of our country. The morning started in Moab, Utah. I passed through Denver, Colorado, and made a brief stop in Ogallala, Nebraska to check on the ailing van I had left there the week before. (or rather, it had left me) The…
When it comes to lodging, I like an adventure. I’ve slumbered in a vibrating bunk above the engine room of a Mississippi River barge. I’ve pitched my tent in a farmer’s field and rang the doorbell of the friend of a friend of a friend, hoping to beg spur-of-the-moment accommodations. (it worked) Last month I…
Drive north on US-80 and you’ll cross the Edmund Pettus Bridge into downtown Selma. Cross the bridge in that direction and the first block on the right you will find the Selma Interpretive Center. When I got out of my car, I could feel the weight of history. Or maybe or was the heat. Just…
I have a problem. Truth be told, I have several, but for today, we’ll just talk about the one. I am afflicted with a neurotic fear of missing something interesting. I need to know what’s around the next corner. No matter how good things are right here and now, I’m pretty sure the best is…
Yes, please. That’s usually the correct answer when you’re traveling. As in, “Would you like to eat a chicken liver?” Yes, please. “Would you like to hand feed some elk in the morning?” Yes, please. “Can I show you where the students made their protest signs during the Velvet Revolution last year?” Yes. Please. So,…
Drive far enough south on Louisiana 56 and you’ll hit water. The Gulf of Mexico to be exact. Back up a little bit and you’ll find the little fishing village of Cocodrie. Further north still, is Chauvin. The towns are one road wide. Go east and you’ll hit water. West? Water. It’s not hard to…
This is how travel should happen. I arrived in the Mississippi Delta with only the loosest of plans. I had to interview a woman sometime in the next day or so. Or at least I hoped to. “Call me when you get into town, and we’ll see what we can do,” she said. I wasn’t…
The farther South I drive, the more North I feel. I haven’t spent much time down this way, so it’s a journey of discovery and wonder. I ate pig’s feet last night. (I’m not sure if it should be written pigs’ feet) Trotters, they called them, and just now I see the sad irony in…
A quick stop at the William J. Clinton Presidential Library. Little Rock, Arkansas. With a bonus Chihuly exhibit.
I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Passing through the numbing gauntlet of Lowe’s and Walmart, Sonic and AutoZone, a small brown sign announced Prairie Grove Battlefield. I had two hours before I had to be in Fayetteville. My plan was to sit in a coffee shop, read the paper, and gently…
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