As the road dropped out of the Southern Colorado mountains and into a majestic valley, I rolled down the window of my rebel F-150 firetruck and took a deep breath,
The brim of my black, straw-woven cowboy hat tilted down across my face, hiding my eyes, as I slipped my arms through the cold cattle-fencing that surrounded the ring before me
I looked at my watch. Five PM. We can make it to the party by nine, I thought, wrestling my backpack over my shoulders and staring out across the vast Yosemite
Roads are powerful things. There are approximately eleven million miles of paved road in the world that connect every place and every person, posing an infinite number of possible realities.
Ray Hadley’s eyes shot open as the wet and relentless tongue of his dog, Hal, plunged without mercy into his ear, history’s most ancient of alarm clocks. He shook his