Category: Earlybird’s Travels

I awoke the next morning completely enshrouded in a miasma of mist. It was almost bone-chilling outside. I tell ya’, after a week of the

After a short memory loss, I finally located the old familiar Holiday Inn. I still felt like I knew the town like the back of

I parked in my “reserved” spot behind Harrah’s where I could sleep straddling the state line, with my feet in California and my head in

The next morning, I awoke seeing a RV parked in the area. I thought, “Maybe this is a chance to talk to somebody.” Well, after

I hooked a right onto U.S. 191 at Monticello, and headed north through Moab to Crescent Junction, one of those desolate outposts in the middle

I would like to preface this travelogue with a brief account of what motivated this trip, which incidentally, began on August 15th. Eight months earlier,