I Am Spartacus!

I Am Spartacus!

Dear readers—apologies for my having been remiss in regularly updating this space. I’ve been moving-moving-moving, looking for the end of that long white line, as the song goes. I pulled into my folks’ place in Michigan this past week and will hopefully...
Say What Now??

Say What Now??

A large part of what is making this trip I’m on interesting is the people I’m meeting along the way. For today’s read I’ll ask you to imagine a campsite just outside of Moab, Utah. Big red cliffs tower on one side while the Colorado River sputters slow and dirty...
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...