Iowa is sensible and understatedly beautiful. It’s shaped in a rectangle and, on a map, the cities (although by California…
Sometime in the wee hours during our final night in Oakland, a burglar stashed some castaway items among the debris in our…
Sandwiched between Nevada and Wyoming—which promote their badass, rugged selves with outlaw-monikered cafes, car dealerships, and dime stores—is well-heeled Utah.
Yeah, right. Our stay in Salt Lake City almost didn’t happen last night because the Salty ones…
Today we crossed into the central time zone, officially leaving the west.
Just east of Sacramento, where the valley begins a rise toward the snowy Sierras, the cat’s moaning hypnotized me. I was fairly exhausted to begin with, but Sukha’s steady bleating over the hum of tires on I-80 had me head-nodding a few times.
Twas the night before moving and all through the place
The cat softly purring lulled Dash into space.
