From the Land of Cowboys to You; or, The Modern Buckaroo’s Guide to the World
A recent sojourn to Idaho revealed another essential cowboy truth–cowboys still exist. You just have to know where to look for them.
Oliver’s in Pocatello: Deep into a thick omelette and excellent coffee. Along the counter are seated several men, all with sneakers and jeans and polo shirts or button-down shirts and baseball caps (the new […]
Idaho is more than potatoes, although they have damn good spuds.
It’s a rich and varied state, which is a polite way of saying it kicks the asses of popular vacation states. It has potato fields
and Sawtooth mountains overlooking ranchland.
It has lakes and ponderosa pines and Douglas firs and all sorts of things such as an old […]
I’ll let you know.
For a few days I’ll be on real trails, hunting down cowboys and cow patties, spuds and starlit nights, lava bombs and limpid lakes, and real live rigamorole. And when I am back, I will deal with the wackness that is the site. (Anyone notice the blessed space that appears and disappears […]