The Devil Makes Me Talk Like This

The Devil Makes Me Talk Like This

Turns out the Devil Road – Old Route 666 – is indeed evil. If by evil you mean brake murder and hairpin terror. It started out sweet enough. I dropped down off the 40 in Arizona and headed south on what’s now 191 toward the White Mountains. It’s a ribbon of...
How National Parks and Disneyland Are the Same

How National Parks and Disneyland Are the Same

Have you been to It’s a Small World at Disneyland? National parks are just like that to me, without the chlorine smell and relentlessly cheerful songs. Which, let’s be honest, are two things the world needs a lot less of. Like Disneyland, with National Parks you pay...
The Painted Desert: Fantasy and Fact

The Painted Desert: Fantasy and Fact

The Painted Desert in Arizona is 150 square miles of badlands. That sounds so rock and roll, doesn’t it? Like Keith Richards might appear, offer you a shot of expensive scotch and something illegal, then grab your hand and drag you out for an ill-advised midnight hike...
Heading Toward the Devil Road

Heading Toward the Devil Road

This is my first free-form Scampabout. No campsite reservations, no set schedule. Hell, I’ve barely even checked to see if there’s gas in the car. Before I left I knew I’d head to Arizona, for warmth and more of that desert gorgeousness I can’t get enough of. Other...

Scamp Porn 4: Fitness on the Road (video)

It’s a struggle to stay fit on the road, or in any situation where you don’t have the right gear or can’t get to a gym or don’t even have the time for more physical activity than is required to make toast. I want the muscles I had before New York, especially the ones...
Staying Gone

Staying Gone

Today’s post is the last of the year, and it felt appropriate to share another maudlin but beautiful song I can’t stop listening to: [audio:04 Beg Steal Or Borrow.mp3] (If you like it, visit his website and watch the video that pops up.) For as much as I’d miss Taos...
When It’s Okay to Lie

When It’s Okay to Lie

When I left San Diego, Bonnie and Roger suggested I stay at La Posada in Winslow, AZ because it’s a beautiful hotel, and a little more than halfway to Taos. (You might be wondering why I’d need a hotel room, when I have a perfectly lovely Sadie to sleep in. I have a...
Tripping Down Memory Lane

Tripping Down Memory Lane

I spent junior high and high school in Point Loma, an upper-middle-class suburb of San Diego that sits between Shelter Island and Ocean Beach. Some of my friends’ parents had sailboats, and most of my friends got cars for their 16th birthdays. (I didn’t, and to this...