A world in mourning, in Parisian style.
A relic of autocamping – replete with vintage cars rusting in the parking lot – that we found in Holbrook, AZ (gateway to Petrified Forest National Park). This Wigwam Village Motel was the sixth of seven such bizarro encampments along Route 66 and 31, built… Read More
Not a soul in sight as we stood on the porch of the shuttered-for-the-season Grand Canyon Lodge, a throwback structure (twice) built of stone and timber, precariously perched on the coniferous North Rim. New sunset memories mingled with imagined: of guides greeting tours with songs… Read More
From a distance, the Great Sand Dunes seem dwarfed by the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, at whose foothills they drape. But as we drove closer, their vastness walloped us with wonder. Expecting a quick jaunt in the sand, we found ourselves following others, ant trails… Read More
A Spanish explorer, standing on the edge of the vast badlands of northeastern Arizona, saw a landscape painted with the colors of the sunset (hence its enduring name The Painted Desert). But even a surrealist wouldn’t imagine this trippy expanse– striped and bumped and sprinkled… Read More