The Easy Nomad

To read part I, go here.           We had passed some signs for Bass lake and the road turned to dirt. I could see the murky blue water th...

I hopped off an unlocked and air-conditioned engine car in Merced, California to a heatslap of 107 degrees. Merced was a dry and buggy ...

I wrote this poem when I got back from my first trip in order to share the emotions and actions of trainhopping with the uninitiated.  For a...

           Too many times, I've heard my friends bemoan their place in life, as if they were powerless to affect where they lived and ...