Stories From The Road

Jean-Pierre put down his wine glass, pumped his fist up and down like a piston close to his chest, …

Some details are hazy and some are crystal clear. I’m guessing I was eight or nine. The library was …

Onsenland We were hot, sweaty and frustrated, biking north from Sapporo, and I couldn’t find the campground. Our Touring Mapple atlas …

East or west? Did my husband Jim and I dare try to make it all the way to Perth? …

  The guard at the campground entrance turned us away; it didn’t open for the season until the following …

  Hof, Iceland Dearest Adyn: Our first separation! I can’t believe I’ve actually left you! It’s been only a …