It’s been that long? Already?

Those 467 days were the darkest and most un-American of my life...

A departure, some #9 shot & ‘picking fly shit out of black pepper’

It was just 25 days ago that they arrived here for a week-long stay, and now they're officially Ozarkansans...

On the road, living in a motorhome, we make compromises in return for freedom and adventure...

There's a tale told of a pilot who adjusted the altitude and speed of his SR-71 Blackbird to allow him to see three sunrises in one day...

Deb and I both were up early this morning — to take care of the dogs, and to pack up and get on the road as quickly as possible...

Deb's been out of commission the last couple of days, which may help explain why we haven't ventured very far...

Miles pass quickly out here. Agreeable terrain, broad expanses of land and sky and, on a day like this, perfect weather...