That’s the feeling I get when entering the coastal zone of the United States. At the Lolo Pass, all rivers begin running to the Pacific Ocean. A little luck conspired…

I woke up this morning in a soft bed in the guest room of a long-lost fourth cousin. While in Oregon, about two years ago, a man I’d never heard…

I saw a buffalo playing! And the cowboy mystique is real in Wyoming. I’d fallen asleep to pelting rain on Janet’s little skylight, but woke to blue sky and sunshine!…

In them thar hills we found riches indeed. Spent the night at a camp called Ochoco Divide, at about 4,700 feet, and this morning it was cool enough that a…