It’s now been about two weeks since we actually returned from what ended up being a two-week road trip. The bags are long unpacked, laundry done, the nagging sense that we need to be somewhere! has long since faded. Our cat has returned to being largely indifferent to our presence, which is as it should … Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
No Sleep ‘Til Brookside
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time City to city, I’m running my rhymes Lake Tahoe is a beautiful place. There is no doubt about that. It is also obscenely crowded, especially on a weekend, which is … Continue reading
The Turn, The Flop, and the River
So we made The Turn. We put San Francisco and the West Coast in our rear view mirror as we hopped on Interstate 80 — a highway we were about to have a long relationship with — and headed to Sacramento. At the time, we recognized it for what it was: we were going back … Continue reading
Escape From San Francisco
The Golden Gate Bridge is just…one of those things. I mean, there are other bridges. Longer bridges, older bridges, more architecturally daring bridges. It could be only that whoever decided to paint the damn thing International Orange was a marketing genius, but San Francisco’s defining landmark is absolutely arresting, even in the fog that cloaked … Continue reading
The Voyage Out of Darkness
Monterey, California is a fairly short drive up the coast from Big Sur, which was good news. We were in no mood for a long drive. We were in no mood for really anything. We were dirty, hadn’t slept well at all, and were vexed by our inability to enjoy camping. We had bought camping … Continue reading
Drought Relief
So it is at this point that we had decided to dramatically scale back our grandiose scheme to travel all the way up the coast to Seattle. The trip to Los Angeles had taken more out of us than we realized, and we were going to be able to spend so little time in some … Continue reading
The Endless City
After driving for so long through such desolation, it was a shocking change to arrive on the outskirts of the Los Angeles Metropolitan Area and drive (very slowly) through an urban landscape so vast. Los Angeles’s size is almost as intimidating as its traffic, which is NOT exaggerated. Traffic in LA is awful even when … Continue reading