Iowa is sensible and understatedly beautiful. It’s shaped in a rectangle and, on a map, the cities (although by California…
Today we crossed into the central time zone, officially leaving the west.
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…
Sometime in the wee hours during our final night in Oakland, a burglar stashed some castaway items among the debris in our…
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.
