Somebody’s Poisoned The Water Hole: Weeks 18 & 19
Hello once again from Austin, where I promise our relative lack of posting isn’t the result of general sleepiness from eating too much barbecue – not to say this isn’t a problem. We’ve been quite busy over the last two weeks – surviving a winter storm, a dayslong citywide boil water advisory, and the effects of plentiful Tex-Mex and barbecue on our digestive tracts.
Keepin’ It Weird in Austin: Week 17
Greetings from Austin (as the mural says), where we are experiencing our first snow day in what feels like quite a while in Texas, of all places.
I’ve been looking forward to coming back to Texas since I visited in late 2018 and road-tripped along the border and through Big Bend. We’ve already been in Austin more than twice as long as I was in Texas last time, but I think it’s important to clarify something. We’re in Austin. It feels like Texas, but only peripherally – it mostly just feels like something different, like Austin. To say this city has some unique vibes would be an understatement.
Continue reading “Keepin’ It Weird in Austin: Week 17”Goin’ Mobile: Week 16
Greetings – or should I say, howdy? We have arrived in a rainy and chilly Lone Star state, our home for the next five weeks – first, here in Austin, and then Alpine, in the heart of West Texas. Our drive here Sunday was a fairly grueling one of about ten hours, leading Morgan and me to conclude that Texas is simply too big, and something needs to be done about it.
Don’t You Forget About Me: Week 15
Greetings from Mobile, Alabama – a city we’ve now passed through three times and are finally getting to see. I’d never been to Alabama before, so I’m excited to explore a brand new state in the week we have here before we’re Texas-bound. But for all intents and purposes, we’ve been in a fairly uncharted portion of the map as far as Florida goes – the Forgotten Coast of the panhandle.
There’s No Place Like Home For The Flor-idays: Weeks 13 & 14
Hello and happy 2022 to our fine readers. We hope you’ve recovered from your New Year’s celebrations and have already completed the process of giving up on your resolutions. Since we left you, we’ve been largely “off the road” – until Sunday, when we packed up Linus and the rest of our lives and headed here, to Port St. Joe, on Florida’s Forgotten Coast.
