It’s amazing the difference a hundred miles in Oklahoma can make. A hundred miles west yesterday in a swirl of hot dust and I found myself writing about the heat…
In the blazing glare of July sun, those fine details which I recounted from this same road only a few months ago are washed away. Faded in a miasma of radiating blacktop and all-encompassing…
In some cultures, the new year begins in the autumn. There is something to be said for that idea. Looking back at posts from Septembers previous, a theme emerges, one…
Time stops in the faint glow of a headlight pool on a darkened back highway. Thoughts separated blur together into one as the white lines become a vanishing smudge. A…
When did the definition of the long way really begin? Which came first, the interstate system or the long way? The sun had set and we were riding through the in…
Though not yet the equinox, spring is here and winter is a happily faded memory. Some nights are colder than others but rarely now do they drop below the forties…
It was colder than calculated and the crosswind cut like hell, but the cold air felt like catching my breath. We’re in a drought again, the air holds it, dry…
But I was watching the cloud line. Not halfway to our destination, two points on the long sweep of cirrus had gone from a pair of near cumulonimbus anvil shape…
Christmas morning was too quiet. The family gathering had been done already in order to accommodate schedules and the family had all left. But more so than that, too much else…
Don’t complain about an overabundance of catch up and projects; life has very little problem throwing so much more on the fire that you will find yourself knee deep from weary…
Dharma Anchor 