Dispatches from the Road

After my second rodeo, I drove nine hours east through the rest of Montana, arriving in Custer, South Dakota by way of the Little Bighorn battlegrounds…
Before I'd left Pinedale, Wyoming, an old rancher at the Corral Bar gave me a tip. You want to see one of the last real cow towns in the West? he asked…
We traded Utah’s reds and oranges for Colorado’s blues and greens, setting out on a long hike to reach a series of glittering emerald lakes on our first…
There’s an event at the rodeo called Mutton Bustin’ in which a metal gate swings open and an armored toddler is immediately thrown off the back of a…
Last Thursday I woke up in Junction, Texas, and began the drive west towards Marathon, but I didn’t get far before my car started groaning. I’d logged…
In the early morning hours of Tuesday, May 10th, I’ll be packing my car to its brim, coaxing Dorothy into the front seat, and heading off on a seven…