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At Home on the Road
The Walmart parking lot in Butte, Montana resembled a campground. More than twenty RVs, campers and travel trailers were parked on the outskirts when we arrived in the late afternoon. The vehicles varied from top-of-the-line, bus-shaped motor homes to old, creaking models that had seen far better days. Our 1986 Toyota Escaper fell toward the less attractive end of ...
The Long Walk: Cross-Country with Her Horse
As the economic turmoil has played out in the lives of ordinary Americans, many face a long, difficult road ahead. Few, though, face a journey quite like Ann Byrns of Pelham, Massachusetts. She's walking across the country with her horse.
Maisie’s Pool
We arrived in Eskridge, Kansas on the Maisie DeVore Highway. It said so right on the big green road sign outside of town. We were on a tour of rural Kansas with friends from Topeka and were prepared to roll right through Eskridge without stopping. It wouldn't have taken long; the town's population is about 500. But the ...
Blazing Trails: From Coal Mines to ATV Tourism in Kentucky
In rural southeastern Kentucky, the hills have always provided. Timber harvesting employed thousands when it began in earnest after the Civil War. Not long after, massive mines began to define this area as "coal country." Until late in the twentieth century, those industries gave this part of Kentucky much of its identity and livelihood. Today, both are in ...
People and Places
Dan Daniels says there are few things he loves more than a challenge, and this year...
No one seems more surprised at what a single piece of paper can do for you than Cory...
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In Their Shoes
We take our shoes off before entering the Escaper. Not while we go in and out during the day, but when we’re in for the night. It’s become a ritual: John stands in the doorway, scraping the heel of one foot with the toe of the other until his running shoes land outside. He pushes them underneath the camper a bit, but ever since we started...
The Way It Is
Growing up a television junkie (I’m talking broadcast, we didn’t get cable until I was in high school), I found that limited programming made for a greater shared experience by us, the viewing audience. There were only so many Saturday morning cartoons to goof about at the cafeteria table; there was only one Fonz. Even so, television offered...
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