america
Travel from sea to shining sea; by car or by plane, there's plenty to see in the good ole US of A.
How is it a Dusty, Desert Campground Feels Like Home?
We're back! After four years we're finally back on the road. We're traveling across the country, literally from California to Maine, in our new-to-us Mini Rig. We haven't officially named it yet, so for now we're going with the Mini Rig. The name fits since it's definitely mini. It's 25 feet of coziness.
By Kris Downey5 years ago in Wander
The Motel Sign
It was the late 1970’s – early 1980’s from the back seat of my mother’s brown Toyota Corona that similar motel signs were seen. I learned to love seeing those signs in the late starry, moonlit nights as my road-weary, sleepy eyes opened because I felt the car coming to a stop. The brightly illuminated, oh-so retro signs indicated I’d be sleeping in a bed versus a sleeping bag… on hard ground… in a tent. And I got to watch TV! Albeit in a shifty, quintessential, stale-cigarette-smoke-smelling motel room. Cable and remote controls weren’t an option back then and the three channels on the black and white dial television broadcasting Fantasy Island, The Love Boat, Chips and The Dukes of Hazard kept me entertained.
By Tammie Miller5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: Alaska ~ The Return of Ugh
Alaska The first time I went to Alaska, I was working on the Alaska Marine Highway as a Third Assistant Engineer. This series of Diarist Entries will present my journal entries over the two weeks I worked onboard the ferry Malispina. I'm excited to start this series because sea journals, narrative ballads/sea poetry, old sailor yarns, and the like have been very imactful on my writing and art! The entire Diarist concept but especially this series reflects my lineage as a mariner poet.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Wander
Under Western Skies
I spent most of my childhood in Eastern Wyoming, where the cattle outnumber people, the snow comes down horizontal, and coal mining is a way of life. It's taken me several years to appreciate this rough lifestyle. I'm in awe of those who still live in my hometown, battling the unforgiving Powder River Basin winters, the boom/bust economy, and the hard choices that stem from the loneliness geography can create.
By Nikole Lynn5 years ago in Wander
Diarist: Alaska ~ Fire and Boat
Alaska The first time I went to Alaska, I was working on the Alaska Marine Highway as a Third Assistant Engineer. This series of Diarist Entries will present my journal entries over the two weeks I worked onboard the ferry Malispina. I'm excited to start this series because sea journals, narrative ballads/sea poetry, old sailor yarns, and the like have been very imactful on my writing and art! The entire Diarist concept but especially this series reflects my lineage as a mariner poet.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Wander
Big Sky Country
The state of Montana, USA is Big Sky Country. Wild, delicate, and unforgiving, it calls to all that have ever visited there like a cool breeze off the Blackfoot river on a hot summer day. Everywhere one looks in Montana there is beauty to be seen, from the urban sprawl of Missoula to the untamed wilderness of the face of the Rockies, the continental divide in Choteau and the Bob Marshall national wilderness. What is it that is so attractive about this sometimes inhospitable place? What makes Montana unique are the opportunities it offers, opportunities unlike any other place on Earth.
By Anthony Woods5 years ago in Wander
Tour Washington DC: The US Capitol
The US Capitol Building is the starting of almost every tour of Washington DC. It is the most imposing and recognizable landmark in the city. Its Visitor Center provides a good starting point for those who want to explore the National Mall.
By John Limbo5 years ago in Wander
Saving Spring Mountain Ranch
"Jon, it's time to get up. Let's get a move on." My mother always loved the sunrise. I sat up in bed. It was a cool, spring morning, in Goodsprings, Nevada, 1974. I was about to turn 10. A little heat was coming from the wood burning stove outside my bedroom door.
By Jonathan Warren5 years ago in Wander
