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Cruising down 89A between Jacob’s Lake and Bitter Springs there are many inspiring sights to see. Most of these sights have something to do with the various formations of red sandstone. In Marble Valley, not far from Soap Creek, are… Continue Reading →
On a barren stretch of Route 66, in the middle of the Mojave Desert, I came across the scant remains of Amboy, CA. The famous landmark sign, “Roy’s,” looms as tall and bold as it probably did in the 1950’s,… Continue Reading →
One of my favorite pastimes is ghost town hunting. I have spent years doing this alone. With more than 600 hundred of them in Nevada, the ghosts far outnumber the living towns. Some of them came and went in a… Continue Reading →
We sailed from Gananoque, Ontario, on a pot-bellied transport boat with a sleepy-eyed skipper who worked the steerage with his feet. Trish and I sat tight as we gently warbled down the Saint Lawrence River, which divides Canada from the… Continue Reading →
Picture an island in the enchanting mist of an inland sea. Near its apex is a cave. The scene is very serene and beautiful. You then see movement at the mouth of the cave. Something very large is coming forth…. Continue Reading →
The gloomy interior is pierced by a sphere of light from the arrow port above. I call out to those behind me, “Follow me!” Carefully, we begin to ascend the cold and crumbling steps, occasionally reaching out for the damaged… Continue Reading →
The road in is 25 miles of hills, rocks, water, washes, Mormon crickets and cows. It disintegrates into a mere trail at times, but the destination is attainable in about an hour. High in the steep hills of southern Idaho,… Continue Reading →