Anatomy of a Western Road Trip
In California, there is home, and then there is the road. There are slugs of caffeine and blurry eyes that grow more clear with the soft palette of sunrise. There are eggs and there is salsa, and afterwards, tandem bicycle…
From Zion To Cryin’
On Thursday, November 28, 2013, I rose at a very stupid time and drove from Los Angeles to Zion National Park, which took me six and a half blissfully easy hours. After several days spent frolicking amongst the various displays…
