I write a personal blog about my adventures – and misadventures – on the road, not to be confused with my eponymous consumer advocacy blog. Please stop by and catch up with the latest. It’ll be fun.
The next segment of our cross-country adventure starts on Tuesday. It’s a three-month trek across California, Oregon and Washington. We’ll be in Alaska for September, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
We spent last week in Temecula, Calif., an area known for its excellent wine. My brother graduated from San Diego State on Sunday (go Aztecs!) and is headed overseas to teach. I decided to stay on for a few days and show the kids a little part of Southern California.
If you’ve ever found yourself at a crossroads without directions, you probably know about the uncertainty. Is the Google Assistant correct — should I make a right turn? — or do I follow the road signs?
We arrived in Prescott, Ariz., late yesterday after an exhausting six-hour drive from Albuquerque. It was the final segment of our 2,193-mile move.
To really understand World War II, it helps to climb onto the deck of the USS Alabama with what’s left of your own family.
Most of the great travel writers I’ve known — and I’ve known almost all of them — are constantly on the road. I’ve always joked that they are either running away from something or toward something, and I saw myself as different and maybe a little more grounded than my peers.