Mile 1918

Mile 1918, leaving Monument Valley. To everyone who suggested Led Zeppelin as road music, you were correct. Ramble on.

Mile 1100

Mile 1,100, De Beque, Colorado. It was a beautiful but cold ride out of the mountains toward Utah. My teeth were chattering and I swore to put on more layers at the first gas stop, at which I felt warm enough to do without. I found that to be a lie as soon as […]

Horseshoe lounge

The counter at the Horseshoe Lounge, still at mile 887 in Denver. On my last night in Denver Brian and I hit up the Horseshoe lounge for drinks. On whiskey Wednesday. I forget now exactly how much it was but it was so so cheap. The place has a 1950s Vegas lounge vibe. My […]

Mile 1561

Mile 1561, Little Wild Horse Canyon. Just off the road to Goblin Valley you can pull off and hike to the slot canyon. I didn’t get very far in (hiking in motorcycle boots isn’t fun. I’d get smarter about bringing sneakers later), but I had the place all to myself. Slot canyons are pretty magical, […]

The Thin Man (add photos)

At The Thin Man. There were several stories about the name. Based on the book? They do have a copy on the shelf. Based on the movies? The bartender (wish I would have got his name) said he has the movie on VHS (there’s a TV in the basement but he hopes it never gets […]

My Brother’s Bar (and photos)

At My Brother’s Bar, a beat hangout from back in the day. They do a great cheeseburger but what really puts it over the top is the condiment caddy.

Road reads

My next book, the one that’ll get me to Torrey, Utah. I’ve been in Denver five days longer than planned so it’s going to be a straight line from here to Torrey. I’m not mad at the extended stay in Denver, though. There’s so much more to see. And next up is My Brother’s Bar, […]

Theft

File under: people suuuuuuuuck. Today was supposed to be for the Denver Botanic Gardens and sauntering the day away. I go for a jacket from the saddlebags on the bike to find that some asshole has cleaned out both of them. My afternoon is now paperwork, police reports and insurance claims. Some things I can’t […]

Mile 800-something

Mile 800-something, still sheltering in urban Colorado: last night I went to Boulder for Local Theater Company’s production of Discount Ghost Stories. Four Colorado ghosts sing you their lives in folk-rock and of course each one of them is a tragedy. The old west has never been America’s best look, but I suppose that’s […]

Mile 887 (add photos)

Mile 887, in Denver to stay with my dear friend Brian in the bedroom of my dear friend Charles who is off on his own travels just now. To get here: After Lusk, I was following the rain on my way south. Outside of Cheyenne there was a cloud of reddish smoke, a whole town […]