Wednesday, April 16, 2014

N is for New England

My wife and I grew up there, so it's natural that we have a lot of New England photographs. This is a lighthouse with picket fence in Newburyport, Massachusetts. I took it in the summer of '04, the year before we heard the siren call of the Southwest.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

M is for Mount Shasta

Until well into middle age, my wife and I had never been to California. Since '99 we started making up for it, visiting San Francisco, Yosemite, Napa Valley, and much more. A few years ago, we drove our RV up the west coast as far as Oregon. On our way back we stopped near the utterly gorgeous and how-could-you-possibly-miss-it Mount Shasta. When we registered at the local RV park, I asked the clerk where I could get the best view of the mountain. She told me she had no idea, that she had lived near the mountain for so many years, she had stopped seeing it.

Monday, April 14, 2014

L is for Little Bighorn

View from the top of Little Bighorn
We visited Little Bighorn National Monument in eastern Montana in the summer of 2009. Here in 1876 a band of Lakota Sioux, Arapaho and Cheyenne led by Chief Sitting Bull annihilated the outnumbered U.S. 7th Army cavalry regiment led by General George Armstrong Custer. The photo is taken from the top of the hill where the battle took place. Later, markers were placed where bodies had been found.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

K is for Kerouac Park


Beat poet Jack Kerouac lived in Lowell, Massachusetts, and the city created a small downtown park in his honor. It has beautiful granite slabs such as this one with his poetry and excerpts from his prose. It's free and open to the public. Kids enjoy skateboarding there.

Friday, April 11, 2014

J is for Johnson City, Texas


We discovered Johnson City on our long drive from Las Cruces to Austin back in 2007. A very nice lady there bought a whole passel of my books to sell in her gift store. She sold them all and asked me for more, and then did it again. (And then, alas, the recession hit.) Can you understand why I am partial to this pretty town? The photo shows a Halloween hay bale just outside of town.

Incidentally, it was the boyhood home of President Lyndon Johnson.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I is for Idaho


Idaho Falls, Idaho 2013
I don't know much about Idaho, but we drove through last year and found it beautiful. In particular we enjoyed the city of Idaho Falls. This photo taken near the downtown shows why the city is so aptly named.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

H is for Home in New Mexico

Home. There's no place like it.
Oddly, I didn't come up with many interesting places we've been that begin with H. Luckily, there is always Home. We moved into our little adobe abode back in aught-six, and barring our winning a lottery we don't even play, I expect we'll happily stay here. We do have our windy season, though. Maybe one day a Mega Millions ticket will blow into our yard. I will pick it up to toss into recycling, never realizing it is the unclaimed billion-dollar winner. Alas, because of our missed chance we will be relegated to living out our pleasant lives in our pleasant Home.