Westward Ho

an Alfalfa Field
an Alfalfa Field

After Chautauqua I took a little (big) road trip from New York to Washington to unpack the last three years. We passed through New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, Minnesota, Montana, Wyoming, Wisconsin, Idaho and Washington.

Some things I did:

  • Caught up with friends and family in Chicago (the most underrated city ever.  I really miss living there.)
  • Had big margaritas at a theme park in Wisconsin while discussing the social and economic pros and cons of strip clubs.
  • Visited the Northern Cheyenne reservation in Montana.
  • Saw Mount Rushmore. (It’s a “memorial” but what is it memorializing?)
  • Had the best burger of my life in Idaho at Hudson’s Hamburgers.  Thanks Ian!
  • Visited a traditional wild west town in South Dakota.
  • Won $175 on a roulette table. (I have a new addiction)
  • Sang “Creep” by Radiohead for karaoke at a gay bar in downtown Coeur d’Alene (not the best upper song for karaoke night but I CRUSHED IT!!!!)
  • Ate at one of my dad’s favorite venues he plays on his tour called Moon Time.
  • Met a really nice black cat named Jasper in Coeur d’Alene.
Ritzville Washington
Ritzville Washington

There is just so much space in this big, old, red an blue country.  I wonder how the entertainment industry remains so over saturated in just two cities, NYC and LA, particularly when they are becoming more and more economically unsustainable. Montana was particularly gorgeous, I mean breathtakingly open and clean and picturesque.  We drove through some patches of bad smoke from the forest fires there, but I couldn’t think of a more beautiful place to start a little company or take a writing retreat.

The Columbia River

The most beautiful landmark I saw by far was the Columbia River in Washington.  They way the water funnels in is just gorgeous.  It was incredibly quiet and arid. There is a great Woody Guhthrie called Roll on Columbia Roll on that you should listen to. It evokes the tone and feel of the space.

Roll on, Columbia, roll on
Your power is turning our darkness to dawn
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through
Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew
Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue
Roll on Columbia, roll on


Hope to make another trip soon, maybe in the winter.