Tales of the Golden Road

Moments on the Road: Southbound to a Town

Moments on the Road: Southbound to a Town

The first thing I remember was the current of the river that was the woods ring out a smell that wafted underneath my nose. Pure, perfect undertones of the trees, ferns, and the woods came wafting through the flaps in the tent, a light breeze shaking the thing, moving the canvas up and about, and shaking the poles in the ground. I unzipped the tent flap, and through the white netting, I could see it all. The large brown trunks, screaming their roots up and about into the sky. The pale-green leaves, rustling in the wind, and singing...


How the Dead Taught Me To Treasure Americana in the Polarized Digital Age

How the Dead Taught Me To Treasure Americana in the Polarized Digital Age

The ember sky splintered and casted a shroud of magnificent yellows, oranges, and burning reds. If it hadn’t been for the occasional sun-faded Coca-Cola signs and barbed wire fence I would have thought we crossed into a New Frontier.


"One of the Last Adventures in America" Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA 5/31/2017

"One of the Last Adventures in America" Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, CA 5/31/2017

Another morning came, inching its way across the floor until it’s bright beam awoke me. We decided to hang it easy that day, as we had a couple days break before the next show. We both arose slowly, rubbing away at our eyes and yawning, slowly packing all our little necessities. Showers were quickly had, and we went to the little breakfast area to divulge in a little breakfast. We certainly did not take long. The road was always humming with the sounds of cars, from coast to coast, making its way right next...


"One of the Last Adventures in America": Part 4: "I Was Born in the Desert"

"One of the Last Adventures in America": Part 4: "I Was Born in the Desert"

The sun once more, with its luminous rays of light and heat, pounced on us like prey. No one was safe out here. No bird, no lizard, not even the rocks that lay the land. The Subaru once more made its way down the ever familiar lonely road, caressing the Earth and knocked here and there by its bumps and valleys. Peaks of brown and beige surrounded us, and a quiet came forward. We were in the Martian landscape of Death Valley. The only way I can really describe...


"One of the Last Adventures in America": Part 3: "Roll Those Laughing Bones"

"One of the Last Adventures in America": Part 3: "Roll Those Laughing Bones"

A precious road lay ahead, brushing left and right as it ascends the side of a mountain. The car was rocking back and forth on this excuse for a road, with hundreds of feet, perhaps thousands, a mere few feet away from the edge. Every twist and turn was met with sweaty palms, as I navigated the car up this ziggurat of nature. Zion had greeted us truly with a challenge with this road. The road seemed to lead on and on, and it was hard not to peek...