The Clark Fork River (one , two , three , four) The Road (one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight) Big Sky Country (one…

Is this a dream I am moving in? The soaring pines and the big sky are passing me by. Eight hours through Washington, Idaho and Montana. The freeway now says East. How…

Beeps at short intervals. A voice message or two. This is how I am stirred from slumber on Sunday morning. It’s not lilting and pretty like the Velvet Underground & Nico tune…

Jen kept touting this place called Dottie’s Blue Cafe as “the best breakfast” I will have on my entire trip. As a huge fan of breakfasts (roughly 90% of my daily caloric…

I opened my eyes and realized I had no idea what was happening. I rolled off the futon, onto the floor and made my way to the computer to check for an…

The Best Western de Anza Inn in Monterey is where we’d all live if the world was full of shitty motels. On the phone, they touted their accommodations: cable TV in every…

Good bye, Los Angeles. I packed my bags and shoved them into the trunk in a display of frustration that went widely unnoticed. Like Louisville, like Austin, like Tucson, this is a…

I keep repeating these lines from a Frank O’Hara poem, “…I am always tying up / and then deciding to depart.” It has become my mantra. In each city I feel like…

“There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West…” – B.E.E. I have come as far west as I can possibly drive. Unless I want to sink the Volvo, there…

I had a dream that a woman placed an old, worn hand around the back of my neck. Her bracelet hung cold and limp against my skin. I still felt her palm…