We stayed at the Gros Ventre Campground, which is in the Gros Ventre Wilderness area between Jackson and the Grand Teton National Park. (It’s pronounced Gro-Vahn, not Gross Venture.) We’d been to here once before, when we were on a…
From Colorado, we drove north into Wyoming, with the Grand Tetons as our destination. Our friends in Colorado had warned us that Wyoming was known for its strong winds, and sure enough, the wind kept us gripping the wheel as…
The day we were leaving Longmont, temperatures dropped 30 degrees and a storm was coming. Our friends said we could stay as long as we liked, but I was eager to actually do some camping in the Rockies. There was…
I met Marianne in the University of Michigan Theatre Department in the 70s. She was a grad student and I was a junior, and I don’t even remember how we met but by the time we both graduated we were…
We were headed to Colorado. But if we drove just a bit north, we could put our front tires in Nebraska and add it to our map of states we’ve visited. Better yet, we could drive just a little bit…
From Tulsa, we headed north into Kansas and came across a cute little town that calls itself Sweden U.S.A. Lindsborg was founded in 1869 by Swedish immigrants and still holds tight to Swedish culture. In fact, 30% of the current…
When we left Springfield, Missouri, we took my sister Beth with us in Bessie and had our girls’ overnight at the alpaca farm in Oklahoma. Beth’s husband, Don, drove to Arkansas for a solo hike and campout. We all met…
We had one night in Bessie with my sister, and I wanted it to be memorable. I looked at state parks outside of Tulsa, but they required a two-night minimum on the weekends, and this was a Friday. I checked…
When we left Springfield, Missouri, we drove toward Tulsa, and my sister joined us for this short leg of the trip. We would stay overnight along the way, then meet up with her husband in Tulsa. Beth remembered an odd…
We spent a lot of time in Springfield, Missouri last year, starting with a couple weeks in June, visiting my dad and getting some work done on Bessie. That’s where we found newborn Gypsy, screaming from deep inside the undercarriage…
My mom grew up in St. Louis and moved back there (to Webster Groves) after she and my dad divorced. I was grown then, so I never actually lived there, but it was home base, where all we kids returned…
In the late 1800s, Hot Springs was a hot-bed of health-craving tourism. Luxury bathhouses lined the main street, backing the steaming hot natural springs at the base of the area’s largest hill. People paid good money to come for a…