Dear Resuable WinCo Bag, I'm sorry I didn't acknowledge our one-year anniversary. To be honest, I forgot. I didn't forget about you--of course not! How rude. How unforgivable--but I forgot that our adventuring had stretched beyond the shortened measuring stick, that weeks and months were a paltry time reference and that our relationship could be …
Of Mice and Mountaintops
I am writing this at 10:09 PM on a Thursday night in a Walmart parking lot. My car smells overwhelmingly of curry. My car does not normally smell of curry. When I committed myself to a solo road trip—a mini foray into the shallows of vanlife—I was ready for the Big Stuff. Mountaintop vistas. …
Farewell, Pennsylvania
I never wanted to live in Pennsylvania. The cities weren't big enough and the land wasn't wild enough. To me, Pennsylvania was the Liberty Bell on one end and the Steelers' stadium on the other, with the strange groundhog that rivets the nation for one lone day in February somewhere in between. Everything about it …
People in Parks 