Cubicle as Panopticon

The Panopticon states to its inmates: you are inferior to us and we have the right to observe and judge you in every aspect of your time here.

Klickitat River for Mother’s Day

We were both much better rested, much happier, and much stinkier by Sunday afternoon.

Home of the Troll Bridge: Forest Park

We did a 7 1/2 mile loop, which was enough to get the stir crazy out of my bones.

Oregon Tulips

I was desperate for something to help me re-direct my sour mood yesterday morning.

California Camping

That’s all I wanted to say: we had the best campsites during our road trip. It is very hard to choose a boring hotel bed over these places.

Mono Lake, then north again

I was surprised at the numbers of birds there, assuming the water was somehow poisonous. But it’s not poisonous, just salty.

Dante’s View and Scotty’s Castle

Not one of them saw a return on their investment except Johnson, who got a mad storyteller and a desert guide out of the bargain.

Below Sea Level

Obviously the main attraction of Death Valley is the fact that one can stand on dry land below sea level. Moses ain’t got nuthin’ on southern California.

Red Rock Canyon State Park and Trona Pinnacles

Mary disappeared into the back for awhile, and came back loaded with brochures, a map, and a Death Valley National Park publication.

Northern California feels like home

I lived in Humboldt for over 7 years and Miss T has been coming back to see her dad her whole life. So the redwoods and the northern Pacific are home to us.