Re-Focused

Re-Focused

For those following along, the Focus and I had arrived in Rexburg, ID, because she wasn’t playing nicely. The problems were legion—most notable among them was the rear suspension, which was so misaligned as to leave me feeling, when I took certain turns or was...
Rexburg, ID, part ii

Rexburg, ID, part ii

[This is the second part of a story about my time in Rexburg, ID. For those just tuning in, the first part can be found here.] I realize that many of us have some preconceptions about Mormons, most of which have something to do with finding them to be a weird cult...
Rexburg, ID, part ii

Rexburg, ID

When last I wrote, dear readers, my trusty steed and I were in Yellowstone National Park headed south toward Jackson Hole. The drive down was a bumpy swaying mess—rough roads, rough car—and as I approached the junction of Ashton, ID, to head west into Wyoming, the...
Yellowstone

Yellowstone

The long and the short of late, dear readers, is as follows—on Thursday I drove from Missoula to Gardiner, MT, the northern gateway to Yellowstone National Park. The drive in Focus Blue was slow-going but otherwise uneventful, although I did cross the Continental...
Sheep & Rocks

Sheep & Rocks

My grandpa used to say that there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Now before the accusatory fingers get jabbed my direction let me make clear that I’ve never actually skinned a cat. As a child on several occasions I helped skin a cat-fish, but something...