lakes are not enough
to keep this city spinning
(wheat connects us all)




the bread of our lives
lives in these shared memories
that we’ll feast upon


from book shops to dusk
in a city new to us
we’ll catch this twilight

lakes are not enough
to keep this city spinning
(wheat connects us all)




the bread of our lives
lives in these shared memories
that we’ll feast upon


from book shops to dusk
in a city new to us
we’ll catch this twilight

Superior beach:
like the ocean without salt
great for paddling


kite flying kids
will remember these beach days
so different than home


cycling is life
as we tour Duluth’s sights
from bridges to ships



you haven’t ridden
over the Rockies; not yet.
Superior wins.


with a pup and girls
(unread itinerary)
we biked thirty clicks


Minnesota wins
for elevation record
on these little legs


and to end it all:
waterfall, campfire, cheese.
who would ask for s’more?



a frontier village
with world-record bison
thank you, Dakota


a cider dog fest
on a random Fargo night?
(mead is delicious)



the northern midwest
is a reality show
of kindness at play


i never listen
when someone says it’s boring
i always find fun
North Dakota wins
kindness, camping, paddling
and late-night sunsets

Earth lodge history
and indigenous genius
round out this cycle



with Art Deco touch
to capitalize the north
and give us this view



all in a day’s work:
this “boring” state makes dreams bright
campfires and all

from flat Dakota
emerges a river trail
hard on legs and kids



but water wins views
however it meanders
giving life to all



book club getaway:
everything you can picture
(a rich man’s world)
all the hikes and views
we could only hope to own
with our simple steps







from desert to sea
in a day’s drive through one state
(miracles exist)
rainforests between
to prove heaven lives on earth
(nature is my god)
we found our daddy
after cherry shopping; lake;
beyond evergreens
a driftwood dinner
no one could have predicted
in another life
yet here we’ll find sleep
all together in one room
at earth’s clouded edge
The beauty of the road is so much more than views. It is the elevation loss and gain that sneaks up on you as quickly as the road snakes its way along the Snake River.
It is the surprise of the desert that has made its rural-America mark in southeastern Oregon.
It is the spontaneity of stopping at state parks for a peek at history and scenery so breathtaking you feel you’ve stepped into a mini Grand Canyon.
It is the trail our ancestors walked upon that you place your weary soles on now, however twisted and stolen it may be. It is still a silent beauty resting behind a sleepy Americana town, waiting for rediscovery and firsthand learning for three young women.
It is the creek sparkling in the hotter-than-expected northwestern sun, and the quick dip that makes an afternoon sparkle just as brightly.
It is the curve that moves from summit to limitless landscapes, to the expansive end of the Oregon Trail, played out in a quilt of farm fields, and the hope they held for a better life.
The road brings beauty, and within this beauty lies everything you’d expect and wouldn’t expect: children bickering, bits and pieces of trash and clothing piled up in the backseats, state lines that bear no stoppable signs, audiobooks and downloaded movies, snapshots taken from a moving vehicle, trucks that hog both lanes, treeless mountains and endless vineyards, poverty and wealth found behind fences and up on winery hilltops.
The road brings more than views of tall pines, sagebrush-only molehills, and sleepy rivers. It brings us all a new world view where we search for ourselves and find ourselves in each other. Where children find joy in only their siblings’ company, where the road promises a pool at the end of the day and a reality check about small city poverty to remind us of what we have.
Can you see it from an airplane, from a train ride, from a walk down the block?
Never quite like the views you’ll find when you hit the open road. The views of nature, of civilization… of yourself.
You just need one set of keys, a whole lot of gumption, and a pair of soul-searching eyes, and you can find yourself a whole new world view.