I’m claustrophobic. So when I was younger and considering careers, rejected options included astronaut, deep-sea diver, Houdini-like escape artist, coal miner, and competitive spelunker.
Category Archives: Travel
And Yes, I Think I Saw Them Move
Not only is Roswell the Dairy Capital of the Southwest (not the world, as reader Scooter LaHooter helpfully pointed out), it’s also home to a pocket of fine art goodness, with not an ET in sight.
Tagged Museums, New Mexico
Roswell, New Mexico: Mulder and Me
Roswell says it’s the Dairy Capital of the World, not, like you might assume, the Crazy Capital. And though I searched and searched for true weirdness – people in aluminum-foil hats, cow mutilations – Roswell seemed pretty normal. Especially if you think normal is a Wal-Mart big enough to supply the entire town and a whole colony of aliens. Seriously, I considered one of those […]
Tagged Museums, New Mexico, State parks, Weirdness
Though It Might Explain the Blinding White Light In My Window
Before I ran out of gas on Tuesday, I passed through Encino, NM. It’s a beautifully sad little town, seemingly destitute and forgotten, and I had to stop and take some pictures. Here’s what first caught my eye:
Tagged Dying towns, New Mexico
Or I Could Pack my Own Dinosaur
Day One of our maiden voyage: Overall, success. Yes, there was cursing (the hitch) and a kitchen faucet turned Old Faithful (fixed), but I figured out the stove and water and fridge (it runs silently, which I thought meant it wasn’t running at all), and you have no idea how exciting it was to use the toilet and not have that turn into Old Faithful. […]
Tagged Mishaps, New Mexico
Though I Might Go Back for Leavenworth: Prison Guards!
Because of recent posts about Mr. Famous Writer/Actor and a highway patrolman, I thought I might start a second blog called “People I’ve Wanted to Have Sex With.” It wouldn’t be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. That’s probably when I applied for grad school in psychology, thinking I’d become a therapist.
Sioux Falls, SD: Where My Dreams Nearly Came True, or, Maybe It’s Good They Didn’t
(Let me apologize to my mother and fellow feminists for this entire post. My head is hanging in shame as I type. But obviously not so much shame that I won’t share this story. I realize there’s medication for this. On my way to Scamp headquarters in Backus, MN, a South Dakota Highway Patrolman clocked me going 71 in a 65 construction zone.
Tagged Law enforcement, Mishaps, South Dakota