Finally in Labrador; at the Eastern QuebecWestern Labrador borderI sat on stony, moss-covered ground, my legs splayed like a wishbone, and gazed at a pastel sunless sky, jagged mountain tops, and a glassy bay. My back was against a cold rock face—just beyond my feet,...
Gravel crunched under my tires as I backed into a parking spot at the Three Rivers Petroglyph Site in southern New Mexico. I grabbed my backpack and jacket from the passenger’s seat and stepped out into a brisk breeze. I had been camping nine miles up a dirt road from...
Soft, buttermilk light drenches dew-soaked pastures. A rooster crows in the distance, his cock-a-doodle-doos bounce off majestic oaks, which frame the open field that I’m parked on with 11 other Airstreams. The sun hasn’t peeked over the horizon yet, but each silver...
Campsite nestled in the White Mountain WildernessUnexpected Invitation: A Cowboy's Proposition “Hello in there,” a man’s voice hollered from outside. I was snuggled up under the covers in my Airstream. Soft honey morning light dripped in around the edges of my closed...