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Crossing from Nevada into California via route 88, Trish and I cruised over Carson Pass amid lingering twenty-foot snow drifts in mid-May and descended into the green foothills of Calaveras County. The objective was to eventually make our way to… Continue Reading →
It just so happens Trish keeps track of the ever-growing list of places I have promised to take her. As the list has grown and time has gotten shorter, I have begun to feel somewhat of a procrastinator. Basking in… Continue Reading →
The first time I found myself on foot in Vancouver, I began walking without thinking twice about it, for the fabled skirts of Gastown. I was on a mission for history and good beer. Well, it began as history and… Continue Reading →
Whether you’ve travelled the entire Route 66 from Chicago to Santa Monica, or only travelled bits and pieces, there is plenty of roadside history to soak up. I will provide three examples I have recently visited. But first, a quick… Continue Reading →
Gunfight reenactments at the O.K. Corral, The Crystal Palace, rides on the Butterfield Stage, carousing old saloons, tracing the footsteps of Doc Holiday, endless gift shops and old-time photographs. There is nothing at all wrong with the touristy side of… Continue Reading →
Picacho is name to a small town, a state park and a peak that rises 1500 feet from the desert floor in southern Arizona. This dramatic point can be seen in all directions for as many as 50 miles and… Continue Reading →
Early November and no snow in the mountains yet. The weather crisp and cloudless. This combination equals a trip to a mountain lake, or more. The goal was, of course, to go for the lesser known. This meant avoiding the… Continue Reading →
My travel blog at outerrealmz.com was launched on October 8th, 2018, making it exactly 30 days old upon writing this. During these first 30 days I have received 446 total page views. This is nothing spectacular, yet it is not… Continue Reading →
There is an obscure memorial not far off US 95 some fifteen miles north of Fallon, Nevada. Only a well-trained eye can decipher it through the sea of sagebrush, rocks and alkali before it. After traversing the short dirt road… Continue Reading →
I try very diligently to steer clear of writing about places that are considered “tourist traps.” However, I occasionally find it worthwhile to take something buried deep within one of these traps and expose it for its historical and/or symbolic… Continue Reading →