Sold

Finally, we sold our car. And may I just say that, so far, one of my favorite things about selling my car is handing in my license plates and getting the little slip back from the division of motor vehicle that says, "Surrendered."

Nature Behind Bars: Springing!

If you spend a lot of time crossing the country, if you spend years and years traveling, sometimes you just want to sit at home and stare out the window, past the fire escape. Sumer is icumen in, but before that: Spring!

A Note on My Typewriter

We take a typewriter with us on the road cross country. We take it into the motel rooms for postcards, for making excellent faxes, for fun, if I am awake enough to see or too coffee-ed up. A dream: to carry-on the typewriter, to take it up in a plane, to pull down the seatback tray and begin banging away, another kind of Mile-High Club. We probably don't have the nerve.

Overview

So many times have we crossed the country. So many times have we left the Atlantic Coast, climbed the Appalachians, made our way through the Midwest and into the Great Plains, busting through the Rocky Mountains and the Cascade Range to Oregon. Likewise backwards. So many times have we said we would not do it again and did. And so this year the same. Or maybe not.