Category : road trips
These blog posts are pretty perfunctory. Go somewhere, post about it a year later because you feel like you have to. One day I’ll look back at all these posts and understand how I never had the time to become an astronaut. On the last full day I was in Bend, Aela and I hiked
Next up on the Bend-area tourist hike agenda was the Green Lakes hike that, somewhat predictably, leads to Green Lakes. This would be the longest hike my dog had ever attempted. Would she make it? Whatever, here’s a little commentary and some photos from the hike. Started at the Green Lakes Trailhead (!). The hike
I did nothing but tourist hikes on this trip. TBH, though, I think pretty much every hike you can do out of Bend ends up being a tourist hike. Kind of like when you go to the Wind Rivers and there are a million other people there even though it really shouldn’t be a tourist
The dog does not like being stuck in the car for hours at a time. Legitimately, my goal for this summer is to find a way to get the dog to ride in the car in relative comfort and happiness without sitting on my lap. Mal sehen. Last summer, we took a long road trip
So I have two cars. One is the Jeep. The Jeep’s journey from Norman, Okla. to Cache Valley is chronicled under separate cover. Then there’s Car 2. My house in Utah was going to close on April 27th, but I still had to be in Oklahoma teaching until May 10th or so. Some point around
Let’s focus this post on the one car involved and the trip that brought it from Norman, Okla. home to River Heights. There are a million ways to get from Norman to Utah, that all take the same amount of time, give or take an hour. I went one I’d never gone before and that
As this site continues its fast descent into a straight-up travel slide-show, I post this. This was based on an article on some Oklahoma tourism website (here). I just went to the five that seemed most interesting and reasonably close-by (i.e., not to the panhandle because it’s too far, and I’d already been to that one anyway),
On the way back from the greater Kansas City area, I stopped in Fort Scott, Kan. because there was a fort there. Do I really need to explain myself? Yes? Fine. Because there was a fort there, whatever. This was like in October or something. It was a cool fort, and everyone that ever drives
The drive from Monarch to Frisco and Copper Mountain was the most intense 104-mile drive of my life. It took three hours. During the trip I probably saw about five total miles of bare pavement, the rest was all ice-encrusted. I’ve been living in Oklahoma for the last three years; this was not an environment
From the greater Phoenix area, I headed back the way I came, up that one highway that probably has a number toward Holbrook. It was still pretty: Although it also spat snow somewhere in those mountains, a true harbinger of the two weeks to come. Which is good, since I cannot abide a false harbinger.
