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este a oeste, part three: desert bloom.


Again, sorry about picture quality. It’s the thought that counts?

just cuz.

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E2W w/ x-larry, part two.

Assorted KC and Larrytown.
Po-boys, BBQ, rivers, tattoos, cats, dogs, family, friends and fun. A melting pot of good times and sweet flavors.

Matching cat t-shirts from the bookstore.

KC trains going somewhere, anywhere...

Okie Joe's counter. waiting on some meats.

the sign ain't wrong

enter the Terrebonne!

the slightly overwhelming WWI memorial and museum. so good.

KCizzle

Terrebonne

National World War One Museum

Okie Joe’s!!!!!

Mercy Seat Tattoo

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an east to west sandwich with extra helping of larrytown. part one.

I seriously slacked on updating while traveling. I was trying to be in the moment without too much reflection or overthinking. Of course, I then never got back on track at the end.
I made my way as a passenger for once. Which was very strange for myself. Always the captain of his own ship, I was forced to take second seat with minimal influence on direction and outcome. It was oddly relaxing for a change. And the trip overall was supremely enjoyable. Under various influences and with assorted drivers, I made my way through some repeat locales and into some new adventures. A whole section of wild and wooly America I hadn’t seen yet.
It was, as always, incredible and overwhelming.
I continue to be impressed and awestruck and absolutely infatuated with what the country holds in its breast.
The people and places, sights and sounds.
The vistas and creature-scapes.
Friends and foes.
I’m always asked why I’ve yet to travel overseas. It’s not for lack of interest or fear of foreign lands.
I just haven’t run out of things I want to drive to yet.

Pictures are primarily from my phone because I’m the idiot who didn’t pack a camera.

Mojave Desert road

toy 4wheeler found on abandoned stretch of highway in Mojave

bouldering outside Moab

ancient hobo camp alongside train tracks in a Mojave ghost town

abandoned home used as trainrider shelter, ghost town, Mojave

lost in Mojave.

mountain lake above Zion

almost ran out of gas in desert twice. Warning: not every town on map actually exists.

Salton Sea. smells as gross as it looks. syringes are the local fauna

kansas had windmills

Arches NP

Zion NP

Joshua Tree NP

Salton Sea

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summer retreats

I’m notoriously horrible at keeping in touch. A family trait passed down on my father’s side, I’m prone to losing weeks and months to passing time, forgetting to hit reply or pen responses. I lose track of dates and times, faces and responsibilities. I don’t know if it is some self-absorbed, selfish absentmindedness or the result of some genetic absence nurtured by a father’s tendency to slip away and not call for months at a time.
Or I’m just an idiot.
Neither/nor, I’ve allowed this flaw to affect my writings here and as well as my everything everywhere else. I allow something to lapse long enough that the idea of resuming, returning, contacting becomes fraught with anxiety and fear. Nonsense? Yes, absolutely.
But I also find panic, confusion and fear under fluorescent lights amid aisles of colors, cans and bottles.

Enough excuses and mealy mouthed rationales.
I’m attempting to re-inhabit my moments, exist in my here and now.
So, onto the heres and nows.

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