Each turn of the mother road holds shuttered motels forever locked at “no vacancy”. In those now boarded up rooms, men and women once held each other with the thrill of new love throbbing through their wide open veins.
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Syncopated Family Travel – Bryce Canyon Utah
Rested, sort-of, fed, definitely, we pack up the car once again, quickly, and set out eagerly to explore more of what Utah has to offer.
Syncopated Family Travel: Idaho Sucks
“I fucked up that sonofabitch real good,” drawls one of the dusty men, sporting a mighty handlebar mustache.
Syncopated Family Travel – Yellowstone, Chinese Tourists, and God Damned Bison
I haven’t felt this inadequate since freshman year gym class. Yellowstone is a nature photographer’s wet dream.
Syncopated Family Travel – Red Lodge Montana, GPS Disasters, and Never Turning Back
“Maybe we should turn back,” suggests my wife, “see if there is a hotel or something somewhere else.” However, I’m too tired to admit defeat.
Syncopated Family Travel – Mt. Rushmore, Sandwich Artists, and Injun Killers
We bypass the lot and hang out of the car window, wildly clicking the shutter gangsta style as we do a drive by shooting of the four presidents.
Syncopated Family Travel: Wall Drug and the Dakota Badlands Food Poisoning
I’ll spare the details about what happens next, but it involves me defiling a national treasure. If there is a hell, I’m sure this will not bode well for me in the end.