Wake the Dead Diaries 
I am sitting in a collapsable chair on the banks of Clearwater River. We are on scenic route 12 from northern Idaho to Montana and I have been tracing this river...
Four days have passed since our last shower. When we drive by an onion patch and are not sure if the smell is coming from the field or us, that is the moment...
North of Portland there is no choice but to enter Washington. We have zero plan and another terrible map. It’s not that we don’t want to see this state, but after...
Arriving in Oregon is a welcome change. Farmland reaches as far as the eye can see. Perfect rows of freshly cut hay roll along the hillside mixed with fields of golden...
Dust is blowing. It’s dry, it’s warm and black as hardened lava, because it is hardened lava. Miles of volcanic lava and jagged rock pieces that once exploded from deep within...
Hills to deep red plateaus. Rich farmland sprinkled with cattle. Back to flat covered in scrub brush. Road signs warn of open range and I’m in the middle of...
Cold wakes me. For a second I forget where I am until peeking through the screen and there it sits, The Pile, and all I can do is laugh. The Pile...
A month has passed since my last post. Progress is being made and our date is finally set. We have checked the van report like most check the weather to determine...
You have to actually leave a place before being able to shout these words. As of June 16, 2012 we are still making our way down the check list, which seemed...
Wake the Dead Diaries 