Where does the American Road finally end? A short burst of special road trip memories that I knew, someday, would have to be the last legacy of my adventures across this country.
Leaving New Mexico… not as easy as it could’ve been. And some thoughts on those who leave us. Simple advice: don’t stay too long at the fair.
A repost, oldie but goodie: An introduction to the wild and weird spirit of northern New Mexico, and my favorite-ever black bean soup recipe.
The San Luis Valley – stretching from Taos, New Mexico to Salida, Colorado – is home to the Great Sand Dunes, the Blanca Massif, the birthplace of Jack Dempsey, and more “high strangeness” than you’re likely to find anywhere else in the world. This week, we dip deep into the weird.
A sampling of offbeat and funny moments on the road, a spooky sky over the Midcoast with contrails going every whichaway, and a perfectly healthy and delicious Bloody Mary recipe.
Margaret sends in a fine recipe for baked scallops, and I recall truckers and my wife’s heroic 2100 mile, 5-day journey from Vermont to New Mexico in a moderately workable 1952 Ford F1 pickup truck, in winter, towing a trailer, alone, with no cell phone, through snow and ice and rain and (*sigh*) all of Tennessee.
Years before we moved to midcoast Maine, my wife and I lived for several years in Taos, New Mexico, which sits at a heady-ish altitude of 7500 feet on a vast mesa of sagebrush and chamisa, sliced down the middle by the 800-feet deep Rio Grande Gorge. Vastness is endemic to the Taos area, […]