Niagra Falls – American Side
Heat and exhaustion wear on me as I run out of funds and walk towards the American Side of Niagra Falls.
Heat and exhaustion wear on me as I run out of funds and walk towards the American Side of Niagra Falls.
A three day break with friends fills my belly with delicious food, allows me to sleep, and introduces me to the joys of children.
Another cave tour – this time with less white lightning and more wailing children.
What happens in Graceland… can never be burned out of your memory. Ever.
The birth of “the mother road,” my inner beatnik smiles and nods.
Millennium park, deep dish pizza, an exquisite art gallery – clearly Chicago had more to offer than mob history and drive by shootings.
Two titty bars sit across from a giant hockey stick. Freud’s ghost strikes again.
A beautiful park filled with horrible people.
A lesser mentioned destination the cliff dwellings of Mesa Verda defied the imagionation and inspired such wonder.
This was one of my favorite destinations – the beauty of this pace could engulf your entire spirit. The Jeep was far less appreciative.