Travel notes – Issue 23 | November 2015
by Karen Benning
It is early summer in Anchorage, and small clusters of tourists wander in the distance in anticipation. They wait for something, anything Alaskan, to happen.
by Megan Hallinan
Who would have thought that a five-dollar bill would cause so much trouble?
by Sandra Larson
...my Scottie is profiled once again against the marsh, just beyond our doorway, dusted with snow, where he is waiting, like I am, to step into the next frame—more countries, more weather, more funerals, the next life.
by Tommy McAree
Something they don’t tell you is that peace of mind costs money.
by Kate McCahill
Tonight, this is my India: through rattling open windows, salted wind.
by Rachel Miller-Howard
Out of a hundred drivers the great majority find cars pleasant enough, and some will be obsessed with them in mechanical terms, but two or three out of the hundred will be obsessed with going places, pure and simple, for the sake of movement, anywhere and practically anytime.
by Susan Volchok
With wildfires blazing in Southern Oregon and Northern California, we homed in on Susanville as the ninth night’s destination, for the most obvious of reasons (beyond, I mean, its seemingly safe distance from the uncontainable conflagration).