The hawk hovered above some tall grass, its talons pointed at something on the field below. It all seemed impossible. How anything could just stop midair like that. I never saw the bird go in for the kill. That moment, the hovering, was like a movie still. A mind snapshot captured on an Interstate highway […]
The only open seat at Wiley’s Championship Barbecue was at the end of the counter, sandwiched between a three-, six, and eight-year-old allowed the momentary freedom of sitting almost on their own, and their parents, at a table behind it. Before I could take my spot on the tall director’s chair, I had to wait […]
Within the first hour aboard the M/V Matanuska from Juneau to Wrangell, my fourth ferry of the summer and the second on the way back “Outside” after three months in Alaska, I saw a familiar face. “Weren’t you on the Kennicott in May? In the gift shop?” “Yeah, and I’m working in the gift shop […]
Alaska’s a big show off—and rightly so. Her grand landscapes demand attention. But, a tip: now and again, shun her demands. Snag time to take in the tiny details. (Yes, a decent rule for nearly any landscape but some are easier to ignore than others.) Take, for example, the Dyea Flats. A short drive from […]
Miles of prairie stretched on either side of the highway on the drive from South Dakota up to its lesser-visited sibling up north. Blue skies backed golden grasses and, with oil trucks as my main companions on the route, I found myself crying over the area’s stark beauty. South Dakota had already captured me far […]
I just needed to pick up some soy milk. That’s all. But a few minutes of talking to Breadroot Natural Food Co-op‘s volunteer cashier of the day (I didn’t get her name, will have to call back to thank her) and my day’s plans shifted. (She also suggested that my trip was a walkabout. I […]
The photos (shot May 1-4) tell a small part of the story. To just barely start to really see South Dakota’s Badlands–a massive unimaginable otherworldy place–requires days of driving, hiking, and just looking. The first day is all jaw drop. After that, it’s still all jaw drop but you start to recognize the Badlands’ massive […]
One of Custer State Park’s wild burros (just before he tried to stick his head into the car) and artist Gary Underwood’s fully domesticated pack mule in Hill City, South Dakota.