Billings, Montana should be a hardworking petroleum-and-cattle town. There were gun shops, old west casinos, auto services, the oil refinery (we’d started passing oil wells near the state line), and…
In August everyone flees to the beach. I fled north. This is yesterday evening in De Panne, Belgium; a blessedly cool and windy one. I left Moulins in the morning…
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…
