Two Egg

Two EggFloridaNovember  2013 Don’t miss Two Egg while you are in the Panhandle of Florida.  Two Egg has a startlingly rich history for a community that, in spite of its name, none of us have ever heard of.  Two Egg has turned up important archeological relicts, was at one time a vital trade and travel… Continue reading Two Egg

Stonewall Jackson’s Mom

AnstedWest VirginiaJune  2014 We are driving a 21st century Toyota on a path that was originally carved into the mountains by 18th century bison and pioneers.  In 1790, George Washington ordered the trail cleared to allow for travel by stage coach:  horses and wheeled vehicles.  It was named The Midland Trail.  Some time later the… Continue reading Stonewall Jackson’s Mom

Throwing the Chip

OklahomaMarch  2013 Black Mesa is the highest point in Oklahoma.  137 miles east of Black Mesa as the crow flies, or 161 miles as the crow drives, but still in the Panhandle, is a town called Beaver.  Beaver is — did you know this? — the Cow Chip Throwing Capital of the World. For each human, sixteen… Continue reading Throwing the Chip

White Woman Creek

KansasMarch  2013 The highest land point in Pennsylvania is Mount Davis (3213 feet) on Negro Mountain.  Negro Mountain?  Yah.  It was named after a Black man who had something to do with fighting on the side of the white guys against the Native Americans in the French and Indian War.  No one knows his name.… Continue reading White Woman Creek

Oh Deer!

Grand Canyon National ParkArizonaJune  2009 After camping in the Grand Canyon for two nights, it was time to move on.  We packed up, loaded the car and drove out on the windy road.  Promptly, I hit a deer.  First time for me.  Banged into the deer, who kept right on going, over the guardrail and… Continue reading Oh Deer!

Walking the Tunnel

Laurel HighlandsPennsylvaniaJuly  1991 We first arrive for our hike at a cabin owned by one of Scott’s hunting acquaintances.  Apparently the cabin has not been used for quite a while because just outside the bathroom door, I stumble across a very old mouse.  So old that it’s actually just a mouse-shaped heap of dust with… Continue reading Walking the Tunnel