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All along the watershed

Deep in the woods, on a four-day hike to nowhere in particular, I met an old codger sitting by a campfire, sipping spirits from a tin cup. I joined him and thus met Way-Out Willie, rambler, raconteur, picaresque hero of the unpaved road. Turned out Willie was in his 9th year hiking the length and breadth of America’s watershed trails, …

retiro

Camino Real

Olé. We went walking in Madrid, following el camino real as it flares into a cryptic maze of siesta-inspired alleys, looking for kicks and off chance encounters. Into the Prado we strolled, young and sharp and very metropolitan, our ears pressed up against the walls, listening for audio guides. We emerged from the museum peckish and frazzled and confused, a …

HAPPY DAYS

Jumping the Grooveshark

“I am an American, Coney Island born – Brooklyn, that sprightly borough – and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted.” No problem getting admitted. But I’ve been knocking on the wrong doors. And so the free-style record was broken. I have backed a …

clevesgray_theeagle

To Eddy, Al, and Joe

Once upon a road trip cheery, in my Dodge, so fast and freely Over many a quaint and curious byway of forgotten lore While a-driving, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping on my Charger’s door ‘Tis some patrolman, I muttered, tapping at my Charger’s door Only a cop and nothing more. Ah, distinctly …

magritte_pasperdus

Stonecutter’s Ascent

Once upon a time, there lived a young stonecutter, who moved west, then north, to be his own man. Among the high mountains and jack pines, the stonecutter found some land, and built a home, and settled down, selling tooled stones to local sufferers of log cabin fever. Derailed miners, high-strung trappers, unlucky fortune hunters, mad-as-a-hatter mounties, portageurs that had gone round the …

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Travel Couture

Travel is a pair of sneakers squirting adrenaline All over the road, three ways from Sunday Threadbare shoestrings, tied up in a bunch Of fun-loving, feel-good, fast-paced glee Those sneakers will go anywhere you tell them to Mountains, badlands, vales and riverbeds, beachfront properties They will get wet and slick with dirt and grease But who cares when you’re carefree …