national-parks
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I’m not a person who typically does things
I’m feeling a bit down the last few days, which is a little odd because I haven’t been pounding booze and the weather has been ok. Still, I’m prone to it and I think it’s because my trip is ending, and therefore it is the end of something, and goodbyes and endings always make me… Continue reading
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As it is with each sunset
My campground at The Needles in Canyonlands National Park is surrounded by high-rising sandstone formations of varying layers of pinks and whites and smoky reds, if red is a color that can be smoky. One massive formation looks like that big part of a submarine that is the first to emerge from water—the sail if… Continue reading
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Mmm… The layer cakes of history
It’s been a wild few days. Yesterday I left White House Campground at Paria Canyon/Vermilion Cliffs Wilderness Area, one of the more beautiful campgrounds I’ve ever stayed at. Before I did though, I drove through 30 miles of dirt and mud desert-crossing known as Cottonwood Canyon Road, a shortcut that will take you—if you have… Continue reading
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I’m high as a fly on Willie Nelson’s wall
Strange stone curiosities in the deserts of the American Southwest. Last night I bought a six pack of Goose Island IPA and drank 3 of them in a Walmart parking lot just outside of Zion National Park. Vince Neil Emerson has a song that I like a lot called “ Willie Nelson’s Wall “ and… Continue reading
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This is not a great post, it’s just what I’ve been doing
Yesterday I arrived in Joshua Tree National Park, the southern section at Cottonwood Campground. It’s a huge park, and ironically I’ve yet to see a Joshua tree because they don’t grow in this part of the park, which is entirely a different desert than the northern and western portions 50 miles away. I’m in the… Continue reading
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The birds chirp in happy affirmation of my nakedness
This evening I took an outdoor shower. My Rpod camper has a shower head on the outside and it came with a little fabric pop-up shower that springs right up when you take it out of the bag—surprisingly roomy enough for 2-3 people if I can find some adventurous campers around. And if people aren’t… Continue reading
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White Sands National Park – Rarity, oddity, and baffling beauty
I’m not sure where I heard White Sands National Park had 700 foot sand dunes, but the dunes were 60 feet high or so, quite the difference. Since I already wrote about the dunes potentially being 700 feet high, I thought about lying about it here, then if anyone ever called me on it I… Continue reading
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Follow along as I desecrate the west
I left Big Bend this morning and after 400 miles I arrived in time for sunset at Oliver Lee Memorial Park, New Mexico, about 20 miles from where the first atomic bomb was tested in 1945 near Alamogordo. I’ve already sprouted a tail, which I’m not too fond of, but also wings, which should come… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Adam. I’ve written humor columns for 3 print publications, so naturally that’s dead and here I am. For part of each year I travel to avoid Minnesota winters, writing about working from the road in my camper.