Sagebrush became herds of buffalo stirring on the shoulder of the narrowing road, leafless trees jumped to life like scarecrows flinging themselves at the Jeep in my tainted peripheral vision…
Also tagged John DickTHE RANGER TAKES AN UNHOLY TURN …FUCK YOU BILLINGS & MAY TOP-TECH AUTO BURN DOWN INTO THE INBRED SOIL FROM WHICH IT SPROUTED. A week in an off-the-map ancient ski town, Rossland, B.C., which lies just above the scrawny neck of Idaho, was a great escape from the over-trodden billion dollar-mountains we’d been riding the [...]
Also tagged John DickIt was a few days after Las Vegas so our frayed nerves were still raw as we tried to get back to ‘normal’ while we were enjoying the first stint of laid-back camping on the California Coast. Los Osos, the name of a quaint water-edge town what meant the bears, but of course the last [...]
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