From Bryce we headed down to see a college friend of mine in the Phoenix area. She knew we wanted to focus on staying outdoors as much as possible, so she alerted us that Phoenix was about to have a cold snap, with temperatures twenty degrees below average. We adjusted our plans – if you… Continue reading Further Criss-crossing of the Southwest
We pulled into our campsite after Zion and as I got out of the car I heard a loud hissing sound: we’d finally gotten our first flat. The next morning we slowly rolled to the nearest gas station and re-planned our day with flat tire hiccup in mind. We explored the two sections of the… Continue reading Return to Bryce Canyon
My dad, the titular Papa, has driven and camped all over the US. I asked him for advice on what to visit in Zion, and he said he regretted never hiking the Narrows. Maybe I’ll make not hiking the Narrows a family tradition. We left Bryce early to try to beat the crowds, as we… Continue reading Zion
Our five nights camping in Bryce Canyon began in frustration. We left Valley of Fire early in hopes of snagging one of the first-come first-served camp sites in Zion National Park, but too many other people apparently had the same idea and the campground was full. After eating lunch while enviously overlooking the South Campground,… Continue reading Bryce Canyon, Part One
After staying in a lovely hotel and catching The Sarah Spencer Washington Story, the documentary by our friend Royston, we left San Diego and spent a night at a miserable dump in Las Vegas. The one good thing I can say about the place was we found a great off-the-main-drag cocktail bar and restaurant, Herbs and… Continue reading Valley of Fire: Rocks Rocks Rocks
After leaving West Texas, we blew through the southern parts of New Mexico and Arizona on our way to San Diego, so I’ll do the same here. San Diego marked one of our few deadlines: our friend’s film was part of a shorts program at the San Diego Black Film Festival, screening on the last… Continue reading An Initial Rush Tour of the Southern Southwest
Snake count 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 (three rattlesnakes, but luckily we saw the big ones from the car and the little one was fast asleep in the sun) Yep, that’s right, a Javelina stole my flip flops. That’s best-case scenario. Otherwise it was a coyote, or worse, a creepy desert person. Dan and I stayed just outside Big… Continue reading South Texas, Big Bend, and the Rio Grande; or the Time a Javelina Stole Becka’s Flip Flops.