You go to sleep; you awaken. Each day is a different state, or two, or three. It begins with a hearty southern breakfast that begs you to loosen your belt and dig…

Hello compatriots. I have rekindled my love affair with the road. Aye, she is beautiful and soft as ever, except for a rough patch of gravel on I-95 about 107 miles outside…

I updated the last 3 entries today. Also found photos from Devil’s Tower and Deadwood, SD (8-12-05). Enjoy. So. This is it. The end has ceased to be a beacon of light…

Steve got up and left for work early. I was awake at 8:00am. How strange it feels when you know that this is the final day. “The end,” is not a foreign…

First order of business, some old pictures: drunk in rapid city, South Dakota (1) A town outside Mt. Rushmore (1) (2) (3) Another driving shot (1) The Black Hills (1) (2) (3)…

Brooke told me to meet her at this cafe. She showed up and introduced me to Joe. We were at 3rd Avenue Cafe on the corner of 3rd Street and Oak. Tuesday…

The skies threatened to open and flush the world clean. I hadn’t seen a storm cloud in many days. This adventure started in a soggy, humid Louisville. En route to the city…

Louisville was uh… interesting. Yeah. We’ll leave it at that for now.

Woke up. Felt slightly chirpy, until I realized that I am [redacted], tormented 80s child and superstar travel-writer. No wait- that’s not me… That’s Bruce Chatwin. Only he’s much older. And he…

“Just take a look at your body now, there’s nothing much to save / A bitter voice in the mirror cries, ‘Hey, Prince, you need a shave.'” And some sleep. Decompression will…