Category Archives: Travel

Desert Oblivion

In the summer of 1995 I was fourteen and had long purple hair. I listened almost exclusively to Jimi Hendrix, Tori Amos, and old dead classical composers.  I dressed like a  skater boy. I read for five to twelve hours … Continue reading

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Bartlesville.

Humming trees line the sunburnt streets. They hum in waves, their song swelling, reaching a disorienting crescendo before ebbing back into soft silence: the music of insects. If there were a mascot for this city it would be an amorphous … Continue reading

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Mood Indigo

I didn’t think the fog on the east coast would feel the same as the fog on the western one. Everything else has been so different: the land is flatter than the west and yet some places, like Vermont, encapsulate … Continue reading

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Three months; a few lessons.

As we approach the three month anniversary of our departure, I have to keep pausing to think back on what I’ve accomplished so far. It’s sort of an exercise, a pumping-up of my Positive Thoughts brainmeats. Doing something as drastic … Continue reading

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Mountain Time.

“They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised to take our land, and they took it.” -Dee Brown: Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee We have driven approximately 1379.29 miles … Continue reading

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Go as you were.

For weeks now I have been trying to write about the zombie apocalypse of the Pacific Northwest. I have stopped and started, erased and rewritten time and time again. I can’t find the beginning of this piece and I think … Continue reading

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Civilization.

“I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel, to shower off the dust / and I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust” – Joni Mitchell (Amelia) I wish I could write about experiencing true isolation and self-reliance in the … Continue reading

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