Basil was so upset to get back on the road again today, although he was probably most upset because we made him sleep in the motel 6 bathroom, and nobody would like that. We continued onward anyhow into the rainy gray day that continued though all of North Dakota and Montana. It wasn’t a good day for photos, although the herd of vacationers at the Theodore Roosevelt national park rest…
Outside my window on 901 Houghton Ave there is a bird who in the morning calls a little song, wee-woo. As Curtis and Basil and I finally set off on our trip to California leaving Houghton behind the wee-woo brid was calling at me. Anyhow, Day 1, arguably the longest day of our journey though the back roads of the UP, Wisconsin and Minnesota before finally reaching one long and…
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In southern North Dakota some guy had an awesome idea, creating a series of giant scrap metal sculptures to put in the farm fields. Like all good north dakota things these sculptures would fixate on the key things that are a fixation in the state, including fishing, insects, wild turkey, farming, Theodore Roosevelt, deer, and geese, rust and new paint. [flickr-gallery mode=”photoset” photoset=”72157624067478818″]
In which I agreed to visit Curtis in Wyoming and hike up a mountain, in search of a latrine hanging off the side of a mountain that one guy remembered was pretty epic in the 80’s. With lots of rivers to ford, and little signage, the trail disappeared into the mountain and after jumping between three different “peaks” an old Indian trade arrow, and the wind at our backs, led…
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