Fasten your seatbelts, as this adventure south takes many pathways and as I write this, I’m still only half way to Tucson. I leave on the Columbia Ferry and again, put up with dogs and their selfish owners who fail to understand the importance of bona-fide...
Grand Canyon Bound! Every time I peer into this immense void of geologic wonder and nature’s palette of colors, I am always astounded as if it’s my first discovery. And this park almost became private property excepting for the efforts of Teddy...
I always stop by Jackson Hole now on my biannual drives both north and south from Tucson to Seattle’s here seeking the late summer storms–and I am not disappointed. For two weeks the skies rumble and an occasional lightening bolt strikes a peak. Forest...
