Nomad exploring life wherever I am
On April 19, 1995, two domestic terrorists set off a bomb in front of a federal building in downtown Oklahoma City, killing 168 people and injuring hundreds of others. I came to Oklahoma City was to pay my respects and to bear witness to an awful moment in our nation’s history. I knew it would be hard, but I had no idea.
To escape the fires and high winds of New Mexico, I headed east to the Texas panhandle. Well, at least I escaped the fires…
Right off I-40 on the old Route 66 mother road through Santa Rosa, New Mexico is a low-slung building that hides a lot of fun if you’re any kind of a car buff. I should have known it would be good, there were three shiny new Corvettes in the parking lot when I pulled in with my road-dusted Ridgeline. Paid my five bucks at the door and then had one of the most fun museum visits in a long while…
I spent way too long in the southeast and eastern parts of the US (thanks, pandemic) the last few years. So once I got out to the west, my plan was to spend the winter exploring places in New Mexico and Arizona. Here’s a wrapup of my winter: what I saw, where I went, and some tips for fellow travelers.
Over the last six years, I’ve swapped out a lot of things, from dishes to pillows and cushion covers. But some things have stuck because each of them reminds me of how rich my vagabond life really is, despite living in a little trailer and not having a lot of stuff. Here’s a look at the possessions I treasure the most after six years on the road.