Photo: TheWhitePelican via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Anna Gavigan looked out past the gravel parking lot, across the murky green pond at the Blue Whale of Catoosa and thought about how she needed to be studying. The old concrete whale was beached on one...
Photo: Ibai1984 via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 We’re hiking 25km uphill in a downpour and Mom’s in a mood. Day three on the Camino. No matter what sort of scale the map shows for our route, the reality of the elements doesn’t hit us until it really hits...
Photo: Barcex via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 On the night I turned twenty-one, I was studying abroad in Segovia to conquer Spanish, once and for all, and I was walking back from the Plaza Mayor to my flat, a half-mile away, or a kilometer, whatever that...
Photo: Chris Leipelt via Unsplash He took me to Big Sur by way of Monterey, where we stayed in Carmel-by-the-Sea, tucked away in separate motel rooms because I was unsure of his capacity for control, not that I had any reason to doubt it other than I knew my body and...
They say the mountain people on the island of Crete still measure the walking distance from village to village in the number of cigarettes a man smokes while walking. I don’t smoke. I’m an American ex-pat who gets by driving a cab. I don’t know how many...
Photo by Zoey Punteney The Corkscrew is in a quaint little commercial area called Rockbrook on 108th and Center, just off the interstate. The shop is in a glorified strip mall with a brick facade and a lovely shaded patio that faces west. I’m alone and elect to sit...
