When I was a kid, my sister and I would take the Greyhound bus between Missoula and Great Falls. We started out sitting in the front seat so the bus driver could keep an eye on us, but as we got older, we moved further and further back in the bus. On one trip, there... Continue Reading →
Goldendale
Like a lot of dogs, mine hates fireworks. So rather than drug him this 4th of July, I decided to head out into the sticks. A friend owns 10 acres in Washington, and offered it up as a place to camp. It was remote, wild, and devoid of people. Perfect for escaping fireworks.

