One of the greatest qualities of Route 66 and the bygone kitsch era of Americana are the roadside testaments to individual gumption and creativity. The world’s largest this or that,…
The heat had gotten to us and by the turnoff the sun sweltered and wavered, even dust from the dirt road rose as slowly as possible to meet our sweat and…
In the pantheon of our wild west history, certain cities come to mind, always. Places where characters lived and died, where important battles were fought, where the roots of those…
“Do you want to go to Mt. Rushmore? I want to take a family roadtrip and I want little miss to see Mt. Rushmore.” “No. Mt. Rushmore is a defaced…
Still tackling the project that is cleaning out my external hard drives, I continue to come across a sundry assortment of roadside photos as yet unshared on Dharma Anchor, especially…
Ah, the biker bar. A mysterious creature shrouded in legend, dimly lit dives perfumed with stale beer and oil, filled with mean eyed men you daren’t cross and tattooed women…
“There’s something you should know about me. The World’s Biggest Ball of Twine, junk yard art, giant concrete dinosaurs… I will stop, every time. Because, damn it, how many…
5 a.m. Saturday morning is a quiet place. A place before anyone else is awake, even the rooster down the hill, the one that crows at all hours regardless of…
We had, for about three hours solid, hacked, cut, sawed, and viciously macheted our way through the over grown briars and thorny brambles (or as I like to call them…
My fascination with old garages and gas stations has been with me since I was a little girl, for no concrete reason beyond the fact that the scent of years…
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