July 1, 1979 — Port Angeles, Washington State. On our road trip to British Columbia the previous year, I’d slept inside the VW camper along with my parents; but this year, because I’d wished for a bit more privacy, my dad was good enough to bring along a small orange tent for me. Every evening he set it up at […]
Back in January 1987, The Big Guy decided we should make a list of San Francisco Bay Area fishing piers and hit them all, one by one. That was why, at 8 AM on this particular day, I was sitting in an improvised chair in the back of our 1976 Camaro watching the rain pour down at Ballena Bay in Alameda. […]
Today I decided the best way to tell the story of our trip home from Christmas in Montana was through a few excerpts from my travel journal. Monday, December 28, 1992 — “When we left [heading home] on Sunday we drove through Missoula and took 90 East to avoid the Lost Trail Pass on 93, thinking the snow conditions might be […]