When Donna gave me the room key and took our credit card, I recognized her voice. I recalled Prattville, the hours of reconfiguration and recalculation at my dining room table that had driven me to the Milepost one afternoon and an advertisement for the Coal River Lodge and RV. “Yes, we are the last stop […]More
Our move from Alabama to Alaska was a big deal; excited, I pictured documenting our expedition in real-time. But, by the nature of its being a trek for the military, it was to be a story told in past tense. So, as brief Alaska summer faded to fall, I translated my travel notes into stories. The people loved it. They requested a podcast. I acquiesced.
Shadowed only by a park ranger hat, her smile was sunlight. Of course we could pass through. So long as we did not stop. The Kootenay Highway became the Banff-Windermere Highway—roughly 103 kilometers of storied asphalt through Kootenay National Park to the Trans-Canada Highway. Morning sun reflected off the canyon as an iridescent copper and […]More
When the new lottery machine pulled a twenty from my fingers, I knew I had made a mistake. My gone money was reincarnated as an electric-green balance. “I don’t know anything about that machine,” said the woman at the counter, “but I don’t think it makes change. You’ll have to play all twenty dollars.” My […]More
In his characteristic all-caps print, and with precise lines and arrows, Michael scrawled a crude map on the back of a Glacier Bank envelope. With the pen tip he pointed. “Just take the Skyland Access Road, clock about nine miles, and you’ll see us a little past Challenge Cabin,” he said. Zach asked, “won’t Cassie […]More
The way was dark, the road winding. We lost elevation and the rolling Black Hills like ocean waves broke on the Great Plains, spilling out near-flat beneath a volatile sky. Electric air buzzed white, then the world went black again. The Buck Moon illuminated fence posts and barbed wire. Sometimes stars glinted as the calmer […]More
With his back to our cubed mess of belongings, Zach lowered the UHaul door and secured our household goods with the combination lock from my Flathead High School days. I pitied any fool desperate enough to unlock and simultaneously unleash 12,000 pounds worth of stuff. “We won’t need to check if anything’s shifted. That’s for […]More