A Good Walk NOT Wasted

It is called Old Priest Grade. The name might be as such since it recalls the last person you might call out to when you begin your ...

Beware of BS Snaggletooth Becky is her name Lying, scamming, ripping off friends is her claim to fame Brown-nosing her way into your ho...

It was a typical bus ride, until the voice behind me started to become louder than the rest of the voices. It started to increase in volume,...

They shuffle in. Big, small, fat, skinny, clean, dirty, ugly, pretty, sane, and not so sane. They are the denizens of the night---those wh...

So, a few days later, and I am in Mammoth Lakes again. Resting as I journey back to the east coast, and the sunny climes of Tampa. The pain ...

One of the many things that have been thrown my way since the beginnings of this walk across the United States was this: “Oh, someone came t...

I spent three days in Lodi, California. It seemed like three weeks. Three awful weeks. I was sick, probably with food poisoning. I met a l...