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...
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...