Gone Away / Tags


Thirteen relatively short years for me in Arizona

— The date most commonly associated with Arizona is February 14, when Arizona became the 48th state in 1912. For me, though, August 3 is Arizona Day. It’s the date when, in 2004, I first arrived in Arizona for what was supposed to be a relatively short stay while I figured out what to do with the rest of my life. Thirteen years later, I’m still here, much happier, maybe a little wiser, and I’ve figured out that not all things in life need to be figured out.

Leaving the comfort zone for a mystery road trip

— For the next several days, I’m stepping way, way out of my comfort zone. I’ve left on a solo road trip that I’m being deliberately vague about. Back in January, a frequent commenter on a blog I’ve been reading for over five years suggested a get-together for the community. I’ve seen such suggestions before, but they usually involve finding an out-of-the-way bar an having a few drinks. It may sound great, but I’m not going to Delaware or wherever just for an evening.
Pizzeria Bocce, our Saturday dinner ritual in Cottonwood

Pizzeria Bocce, our Saturday dinner ritual in Cottonwood

— Saturday dinner at Pizzeria Bocce has become something of a ritual for Kathryn and me when we camp in Cottonwood. It started as an accident. On one camping trip, we mishandled some of the food we brought along and decided to toss it and go out to eat. We ended up at Pizzeria Bocce, and we’ve been going there ever since. Dining at a slightly pretentious pizzeria with a wine bar may not seem much like camping, but we’ve had an enjoyable meal every time we’ve eaten here.
And so it begins

And so it begins

— Almost every Friday I have two donuts for breakfast. It’s not a particularly healthy way to start the day, and that’s why I limit myself to once a week. Usually. Last week, at my favorite donut shop, my usual no. 1 — two donuts and a medium coffee — was $2.69 plus tax, which leaves me a bit of change from three dollars. This morning, I ordered the usual, had my three one-dollar bills ready when I got to the register, and was a bit shocked when the woman who’s been ringing up my orders for years said, “$3.

Travel bloggers and freebies

— I read a lot of travel blogs. There are roughly 60 in my blog reader right now, and I visit others via links from various social networks. However, I myself am not a professional travel blogger. My wife and I travel for our own enjoyment, at our own expense, and sometimes I write about it. I tried allowing advertisements on this blog for a while earlier this year. After seeing a number of less-than-desirable advertisements show up next to my words, I decided it wasn’t worth it to me.