October 6, 2018: Not what I was expecting when I rolled into Texas, but I’m not complaining. I wish more states offered free produce.
Good morning, everyone. Some of you have expressed interest in acquiring prints of my photos. So, if you’re in a shopping mood this weekend, I wanted you to know that Fine Art America is offering free ground shipping to all U.S. addresses for any order placed now through midnight Sunday, November 25 (Eastern Standard Time). (Sorry that they excluded those of you in other parts of the globe.)
The promotion applies when you order through this link.
Keep in mind that there are only 150 images or so uploaded at this time, with more being added each day. If you have a favorite photo that you’ve seen here but you can’t find it in the FAA galleries, just let me know and I’ll be sure to upload it as soon as possible.
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Thank you! I hope you all will enjoy your long weekend. Travel safely.
A wonderful spot for standing still and listening to the wind. The title above comes from an old tune recorded by, among others, guitarist Mike Bloomfield. Speaking of, here’s a Vimeo link to a video that I recorded a short distance from this spot while driving northward, if you’d care to see more of this marvelous terrain. (Video duration: 2:43)
Little Missouri National Grassland, North Dakota
Tired steel. I’m older than the hunk of steel on the left, and I’m tired as well. This trip’s tally of 5,797 miles has been exceeded on three prior occasions, but it seems that this year’s journey took a heavier toll on the Pontiac, and on me; too many long days of driving from Hotel A to Hotel B. I need to formulate a different approach for 2019…spend more days in a central location and branch out on shorter excursions from there. We’ll see what happens.
Dust. Dust, dust and more dust, in record quantities…on me, on the car and on everything in the car. Yesterday, I spent several hours decommissioning the Pontiac for winter storage…removing everything, dusting it off, washing the inside and outside of the vehicle, lubricating the locks and latches. There are plenty of repairs and maintenance tasks ahead to fill the winter months.
Grass. I enjoyed traveling through a whopping nine (out of twenty) National Grasslands last month: Buffalo Gap, Cimarron, Comanche, Grand River, Kiowa, Little Missouri, Oglala, Rita Blanca and Thunder Basin. (Would’ve hit Pawnee once again had a snow storm not forced a detour.) All of that dust came from those many miles of gravel roads in the grasslands. I didn’t keep score, but I’m certain that the Pontiac set a record this year for miles driven on gravel…my best estimate is in the range of 500 to 600 miles.
Statistic: The Pontiac odometer now stands at 331,245.3 miles.