Day Three: Pirates of the Oregon Trail

The open road is synonymous with freedom. If you have wheels, you can go anywhere you want. The further I get from Arizona, the more free I feel. Not to say that I felt trapped in Flagstaff, but going somewhere new on my own is extraordinarily liberating. The stresses are miles in the rear viewContinue reading “Day Three: Pirates of the Oregon Trail”

Day Two: Ninja Cows

There isn’t much to see in Nevada north of Las Vegas. Desert spreads far and wide on the slopes of craggy mountains. It swallows up little towns. We got a very late start to our driving yesterday, but it was worth it. I got to spend extra time with my family and see an oldContinue reading “Day Two: Ninja Cows”