Burns, Oregon
In Burns, Oregon they drained the two coolers, bought ice, beef jerky and lottery tickets. Then they went south on 205 to Mud Lake and the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge. The snow was melting and they were hoping to see some sandhill cranes.
Mountain Home, Idaho
Mountain Home, Idaho always made him think about a helicopter pilot back in Danang. A rangy man with a constant smile, a cautious pilot, unusually so. He was a precise man who liked to talk about fishing for redband trout on the Snake River. But even the cautious...
Missoula, Montana
Missoula, Montana was where she stopped for gas. It was just before daybreak and the sky hinted at a dull shade of green. The gas station was empty and the wind that rattled her truck all night up in the Bitterroot Range had finally let up. The screen on the gas...
Laurel Canyon In The January Rain
Late in the afternoon in Laurel Canyon light rain soaked the silver hills. A ribbon of flickering headlights curled down the road and lit up shifting patches of slick black pavement.
Listening To The Voice Of The Desert
When Joseph Wood Krutch’s The Voice Of The Desert was published in 1955, the southwest was on the cusp of the boom years of bulldozers and population growth. Las Vegas was a small city of 56,000. Reno’s population was 59,000. Scattered throughout the rest of Nevada...
