Dad

A special day…

Dad here; with all the hurry to get "out west", one has to wonder why we were in such an all-fired hurry to get back home. Nothing much has changed, the humidity and the hummingbirds are still obnoxious and still here, but hopefully both making their final stand before pushing through to the south; the Clydster has put on a few pounds, and the red dogs have lost a few more brain cells. When Zach…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Hanging memories on each highline pole

We should have made it home by now, but dad seems to have a love/hate relationship with those state signs positioned at every border crossing. He loves the anticipation of seeing them approach through the haze of bug guts on the windshield, but gets a feeling of sickness and dread in the pit of his stomach when one recedes in the rear view mirror; "well, we won't be seeing THAT one again for a while...(heavy…
Motorcycle Touring

I’m sorry; so sorry

I have a horrible confession to make; sometimes we do things while away from the Casa that we would never even consider doing back home. The allure of new places and experiences, no access to social media, limited oxygen to the brain, fatigue, white line fever, sensiry overload, all of these stimuli combine with the catalyst that is the anonymity of the open road to cause some things to "just happen". Trust painstakingly established over…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Keep rolling

Dad here; the heat and friction of the sandstone in Moab took its toll on Charlie's getupandgo, and today she's moving around like an old woman. She is digging the attention that mom is lavishing upon her, but personally, I think that she's being a bit overly dramatic. In her mind, she's shuffling around Colorado with a quad cane and orthopedic slippers(Charlie, not mom). On the other hand, Max has dropped his grumpy Winston Churchill…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Where the streets have no name

Dad's alarm just went off, just like it usually does on Monday at 0500, in a misguided notion that showing up at the office a bit early will allow him to "get the jump" on the week. But work always expands to fill the time allotted, that, and the ever increasing demands of today's corporate leeches ensures that a sense of fulfillment always seemed to be juuuust out of reach. But today is different, as…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Here we go again…

I'd better grab the the opportunity to post when I can. Traveling with dad is an "unique" experience, and not for everyone; even the patience of mom is tested to the maximum, as he tends to start a trip like the whips of Satan's imps are driving him across the plains. Max and I are cool with it, as it usually means more opportunities to meet and hang out with like-minded travelers at our non-existent…
The Charlie Bravo Story

Westward ho

Tonight we ride We're heading west To the valleys and the mountains Where the eagle makes her nest And if our bones bleach in the desert We'll consider we are blessed Tonight we ride. Tonight we ride Towards a harvest moon Carving through the droning darkness From all evil imagining immune No preconceived hypotheses Mountain sage nor town buffoon Tonight we ride. Tonight we ride No need to fret We go where the wind takes…
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