Back in 1962, Tony Bennett sang a song called “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” and although I didn’t know that song till many years after he sang it, I’ve since discovered he and I have much in common
Heading south after spending the night in Wolf Creek, Oregon, I stopped in Medford for an In-N-Out cheeseburger. If you grew up in Southern California back in the 50s and 60s like I did, you probably already know that In-N-Out
Leaving the Pacific Northwest is always a little bittersweet for me: as much as I love the Portland area with all its great places to eat, wonderful friends to hang out with, gorgeous places to walk and relax and camp,
On the road again! I left the Pacific Northwest on Monday morning, the day before yesterday, finally hooking up my Li’l Homey and hauling it out of Mackenzie’s driveway, and heading off into the sunset. Well, ok, the morning sun.
Beverly Beach State Park, Oregon. Easily one of the coolest places I’ve ever camped in near the beach. At least, in Oregon. The little group at our site included myself with my tiny trailer and my friend, Tricia, with her
When I think back on how I caught the travel bug, two, well, three separate incidents pop into my mind. Two of them I remember; one I can only surmise because I was just a wee person and too young
I’m lovin’ being in the sunshine and warm air of the Southwest deserts. It’s not only physically very therapeutic (the pneumonia that set into my lungs over Christmas is on the run) but being out in the wide open spaces