Prescott is an urban-wilderness interface area. I’m still looking for the plugs and sockets.

We traveled into Ash Fork where I disguised a snarfari very cleverly as an opportunity to pick up mail.

Look carefully, and you can see where the old road was. Look even more carefully, because in a few years it will all be gone.

I climbed to the top of route 66, where it meets the freeway. And I wondered where the other lane went.

Route 66 makes me happy, and unexpected route 66 is better still. I wish I had enough oomph to walk six miles.

It might have been our fourth attempt, but we finally made it to Williams. A few dozen landmarks and a giant ice-cream later, I was most satisfied.

The coyote that crossed the road this morning was probably relocating away from hunters, but I’d put my bets on the coyote. I could almost see it rolling its eyes.

I worked on a new kind of project today, my first infographic. For National Public Lands Day, everyone else ran around like lunatics.

One of my articles has gone viral, unexpectedly. (That’s likely one of the definitions of viral.) By the way, isn’t evolution wonderful?