Category: Travel On The Dirt
April 21, 2018. Sorry. No pics from our first radio antenna site. Antennas of the Deep Space Network are in a secure site near Barstow, CA, and the public is no longer allowed access to them. But there is a…
April 18 – April 19, 2018. Duwan calls it “hundering”. It’s a mixture of hunting and wandering, often triggered by a chance conversation with a fellow traveler. Back at Gold Butte I was practicing accordion songs. I thought our only…
April 15 – April 16, 2018. Sometimes you just have to see it for yourself. In the 1950s the Department of the Interior was petitioned to protect the canyonlands. The effort didn’t gain much traction, though, until Interior Secretary Udall…
April 13 – April 14, 2018. Greg was jonesing to get to Utah. He had been talking about Utah since we were in Baja. “Yeah, all these beaches and stuff are nice, but what I really want to do is…
April 11, 2018. At Sequoia National Park’s visitor center we learned that snow was expected at the higher elevations. Tire chains would be required if we camped above 4,000 feet. So we reserved a site at Potwisha campground (1,700 feet),…
April 4 – April 10, 2018. When we got back to the US we had no plan, well except to do almost 4 weeks of laundry and to rush to Aldi and fill our cart with pretzels and cheddar cheese…
April 7, 2018. Sixteen-year-old Gordon took his saxophone and walked home from the dance at the cafeteria. It had been another big night for the band. The crowd especially enjoyed the Jive Bombers’ rendition of hit song “Don’t Fence Me…
This post is a Widdershins Wednesday — which means we are turning the hands of time backwards and catching up on our travels we didn’t get a chance to write about last year. In this post we are setting the…
This post is a Many Moons Ago Monday — which means the events that we are presenting here today are not current, they actually happened many moons ago. In this post we pick up after we left The Petrified Forest,…
March 28 – March 30, 2018. “Cebolla” said Duwan, holding up our fridge door, and pointing inside. “No. En Inglés”, said the guy with the machine gun. Duwan said, “Oh, Onion”. They moved around the van’s interior. He pointed at…
