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Headway: Westward Bound

Headway: Westward Bound

Six days and two-thousand miles away from Asheville, hello from Bozeman, Montana. It has been a week. I’ve wandered from slow Missouri — whose truck drivers somehow unanimously think it’s okay to sit in the left lane and who, when they finally deign to let you pass,...
Waylaid in Western Carolina

Waylaid in Western Carolina

So I almost signed a lease in Asheville. I know. I know. The summer of wanderlust! And westward journeying! And committing to no commitments! But then I arrived in this weird little town cradled on all sides by green, smoke-blown mountains. I summitted Mount Mitchell...
Somewhere in the Smoky Mountain Rain

Somewhere in the Smoky Mountain Rain

Today I write from a coffee shop in Asheville, populated by blue-haired sippers of both camps: dye and age. I was told to expect the east coast’s answer to Portland, and that’s exactly what this town feels like — with an extra dose of pick-up trucks and the occasional...
On the Road Again: Songs of the South

On the Road Again: Songs of the South

Hello from a cabin in a small set of hills that calls itself the town of Trenton, about twenty minutes south of Chattanooga. After driving six hours through Bible belt backroads to see the Georgia Guidestones, I danced my way between Georgia, North Carolina and...