From the passenger seat I watched the front right tire of the jeep roll up, and twist over a big rock in the trail. In the shiny, black metal I could see the reflected red hued mountains in the distance along the desert trail, wrapped up in the endless, clear blue sky above. Our friends followed along in … Continue reading The Hills Do Have Eyes! – Adventure To Big Eye Mine Cabin
After chugging up the long road to Taos, the RV pulled into a dirt lot in front of the Two Graces gallery where Robert Cafazzo stood, awaiting his six travel writers known as the "Whiskey Sisters." He was the first and last man to step foot on our RV with us during the trip. Robert … Continue reading In the sacred shadow of the mountain – Taos
Our journey across the Southwest becomes a more powerful spiritual journey each day. Through the people we meet, and the stories that are shared with us, the more each of us see bits of ourselves in these women. They share stories of rebellion, of being headstrong, they tell us about how they broke the rules, … Continue reading Our journey to the colorful Santa Fe
On Thursday May 23rd Aliza and I cruised highway 95 up to Las Vegas to check out our RV, check into to the Oasis Las Vegas RV Resort and set up camp for the incoming ladies (we made a dancing Vine HERE). Carol Cain flew in from New Jersey (and technically straight from France … Continue reading Six women, 1 RV; Las Vegas, Border Towns and Route 66
A newbie to the world of distilled liqueurs, I'll soon be devoting my research to not only whiskey, but whiskey in the West and the women who helped shaped that history. I'll be searching out the kinds of women you'd find.. perhaps drinking a glass of whiskey to feature in the upcoming Whiskey Sister Herstory Tour. I … Continue reading The Whiskey Sister HerStory Tour Begins…
I stepped into the Rocky Mountain for the first time since August of 2013 and took a deep breath. When I left last September, I had no clue when I’d be back again, a feeling I’m often faced with. Crisp air laced my lungs, it was pure and wonderful. In Phoenix that morning while waiting to board the … Continue reading Good Vibes in Colorado
The further I go from Yuma, Arizona the more I appreciate what I have gained from growing up in the desert. You gain some value in temperature perspective. I don’t remember the 115 degrees in the summer time as a kid, and my memory seems to not recall burning my bare toes on the sidewalk … Continue reading The Yuma Crossing
During our CouchSurfing and mitfahrgelegenheit adventures in the northernmost border of Germany we passed through the small village of Breklum. The origins of this town can be traced back to the 4300–2300 BC and the church itself was built in 1200. It was the church in which my great great great great relatives (I haven't … Continue reading Sankt Peter-Ording and Breklum, Northern Germany
September 18th, 2013. I guess, its time to regroup. I was so busy walking everyday it was easy to not realize how quickly our walking turned into racing. It's time for a bit of an explanation. After 12 days of solid 5-6 hours of walking each day, and walking around 150 miles, and getting into … Continue reading A Regroup From The Camino
September 11th, 2013 Ventosa —> Santo Domingo de la Calzada (17.4 miles, 6 hrs) I am finally sitting down after what feels like a 20 mile jog today. Leaving in the dark again, around 6:45am this morning, Kent and I set out to make the city 29 some km away before they ran out of rooms. … Continue reading The Way to Santo Domingo
