Photo Tripping America
Reaching The Summit

Reaching The Summit

It’s been a week since Sully and I headed out of the Rocky Mountains toward the central Texas hill country, on a quest to meet other travelers who are currently living our future dream. We were bound for Fredericksburg and the first RV Entrepreneur Summit, where 120 full-time RVers (or wanna be’s like us) would converge upon an unsuspecting Jellystone RV park to trade stories, secrets to success and gooey s’mores around a roaring campfire.

Acoma – City in the Sky

Acoma – City in the Sky

Over the past several years I’ve traveled I-40 west of Albuquerque many times, all the time intending to visit Acoma Pueblo, just 12 miles south of the interstate.  But for some reason I never quite got there.  Well, I remedied that situation a week ago by making the trek to “Sky City” my one and only MUST DO item on my latest trip to New Mexico.  And I can honestly say that I’m very pleased to have finally arrived!

Gallop On Down to Gallup!

Gallop On Down to Gallup!

Route 66 holds an allure for many, myself included.  But one town along “The Mother Road” seems to get overlooked in guidebooks and travel atlases associated with the 2,400 mile journey across America – Gallup, New Mexico.  So Sully and I set out to explore this forgotten purveyor of roadside history and hopefully set the record straight.

Wagons Ho on the Santa Fe Trail

Wagons Ho on the Santa Fe Trail

Growing up in the Kansas City area, I’ve always been a little enamored by the Santa Fe Trail. As a child I lived about a mile from one of its river crossings, but at the time never realized the real gravity of its existence. In fact, it wasn’t until I moved west that the significance of this uniquely American journey struck a chord deep within me. Since then, I’ve been chasing stagecoach ruts through vast prairies, over arduous terrain and through mountain passes, searching for that key ingredient that forces some of us to “go west, young man!”

Get Your Kicks

Get Your Kicks

A few weeks back Sully and I headed south for a weekend adventure along a section of Route 66 that I had never visited before. This was to be my Golden Retriever’s first stay away from home and my first foray into the unknown territory of Tucumcari, New Mexico. I had done my homework, having, like many travelers, a certain affinity for that legendary route across much of America, and I knew that Tucumcari held a host of vintage roadside motels, service stations and restaurants from the Mother Road’s most popular era. I was eager to photograph all of their neon signs, with boasts of “Refrigerated Air” and “Television,” so we booked a room at the local Motel 6 (definitely NOT from the Route 66 timeframe, but they did allow dogs and left the light on for us!), and packed among other things, my tripod for night photography.

Shooting Range

Shooting Range

When I first moved to Colorado almost thirty years ago (I was just a baby…yeah, right!), a neighbor told me to beware. She said it was a well known fact that people moved to small mountain communities for one of two reasons: either they wanted to escape the big city and its fast-paced life, or they wanted to hide out. I have tried not to buy in to that philosophy, but I’d be willing to bet the guy who posted the sign above fit in the latter group.

The Aliens Have Landed

The Aliens Have Landed

For years I’ve been driving through the San Luis Valley, refusing to stop for pictures that I’ve secretly wanted to capture, but fears of government scrutiny have kept me from doing so. Well, no more! I now have photographic evidence that there are aliens in this fertile valley of central Colorado. Whether you’re a believer in UFOs or not, surely you can agree that the following images are uncharacteristic for an area where potato farms and alfalfa fields run rampant…

Phantoms Everywhere

Phantoms Everywhere

Last week Sully and I headed down to the Royal Gorge Region of Colorado, hunting a little Springtime color. If you read about our excursion through Canon City, Florence and the Royal Gorge, you know that we still hadn’t finished the trip when we left off (too much fun, too little writing space). I didn’t want to leave out a section of backcountry that was stunning, in hopes that you, too, might want to visit Phantom Canyon. So here’s the low down…

Prisoner of Spring Fever

Prisoner of Spring Fever

We headed out this past weekend in search of Spring in the Rockies. Going down river through “the canyon” along the Arkansas River, starting with Bighorn Sheep Canyon, Sully and I stopped in Canon City for a break. That’s where I discovered that my attempts to create a “garden dog” out of my Golden Retriever had succeeded more effectively than I could have imagined!

Hot Dog

Hot Dog

We lost a very dear friend (and my employer) a couple of weeks ago, and looking back, I realize that Sully must have known what was coming.  You see, a few days before, the dog and I were traveling to Denver.  Our trip took us through the small mountain town of Bailey, and Sully, who is normally a very quiet and mellow traveler, became agitated.  I looked for an opportunity to pull over to let him do his “business,” and wouldn’t you know it – the first driveway available was the entrance to the Coney Island Boardwalk restaurant!

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