I have bad news for everyone who’s ever hung out with us since we’ve been on the road: we lost the tent. Not like we can’t find it, but it’s kaput. Winds really did gust at 53 mph here, and they broke a strut that then tore a hole, and yadda yadda irreparable damage was […]
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Austin = D.C. with Cowboy Hats
I joked last night to Tracy that Austin, Texas, seems just like Washington, D.C. but with different hats. He looked around, at the hordes of sweaty soccer players and the hipster parents with feral children—all at the brewery where we were sitting—and he totally agreed. Except that the only cowboy hats around were on the […]
A Love Letter to Our Tent
Dear QUIK-SET (sic) tent, How fondly I remember the day you entered our lives. We were in the middle of our first summer on the road, in Iowa where you were delivered to our friends in Elkader. Just look at how fresh and young you were that day. Allow me two asides, dear Tent. 1) […]
