RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days

We have wandered the west lassoing Wyoming, and taking in OK, KS, NE, SD, ID, and CO. My Dad loved wandering vacations so he took his teenage brother, his parents and three Taylor children and drove the eight of us to California in a Chrysler Imperial that looked like a batmobile. My dad had always…… Continue reading RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days

RV 4 Greybull WY to Livingston MT

Last night we slept near Big Timber. I love the cathedral of woods, sunlight scattering through trees on a summer afternoon like smoking lasers. The maternal side of my family came from a misnamed place in the panhandle of Oklahoma, Boise City (Boise is tree in French) which was a lie propagated by real estate…… Continue reading RV 4 Greybull WY to Livingston MT

RV three

Bob and She She Karen taking in some mountain scenery Bob still loves an atlas…”one should be still keen enough to know when to continue wandering in a particular direction…” Highway 16 Lake in Bighorn Mountains Bighorn mountains Prairie shower was brisk Sunday night pork beef burgers in Graybull Graybull KOA A drugstore opened in…… Continue reading RV three

RV two

Zephyrus, the Greek god of the gentle west wind appeared at our Redwater Revival Camp last night just a stones throw over the South Dakota border into Wyoming. As one local proprietor in Spear Fish phrased it, “I wouldn’t give you a plug nickel for the rest of South Dakota.” It’s beautiful here. Tomorrow we…… Continue reading RV two

The Tiny Home in Our Driveway

There are two kinds of people in the world. (there are more than that, but let’s not nitpick) People who love to stay home and people who love to wander. Home people nest and settle in for the long haul as nostalgia rules the day. Wanderers are restless horizon watchers who understand that to be a…… Continue reading The Tiny Home in Our Driveway

Toronto journal 4: King Lear and the Subterranean Underground

“We are going to Hyde Park to see King Lear,” Brandon said. Turns out he said High Park. Which is where we sat, perched high on a hill overlooking the outdoor stage at High Park in north Toronto. My expectations were low but I did carry high expectations in a picnic bag, a sub sandwich…… Continue reading Toronto journal 4: King Lear and the Subterranean Underground

On Community

On a recent vacation, I was driving in Denver and saw out of the corner of my eye the passenger window coming down at a busy intersection. My friend Bob rolls down the window and has a bill crumpled in his hand. He yells out at a gritty, ragged homeless man who is seated but…… Continue reading On Community