Early morning in Clarendon, Texas, ten days after spring equinox. I’m up hours before dawn and thirty minutes later I’m riding US Highway 287 south and east off the Llano Estacado, one of the largest mesas in North America, 38,000 square miles of empty High Plains sky and flat-earth sprawl. The early morning darkness is […]

A friend once likened boredom to “driving Interstate 80 across Nebraska,” but that’s never been my experience. I’ve crossed the Great Plains from east to west at least thirty times, riding the Interstates and secondary highways out of the humid Midwest and into the arid West. I love the transition from one ecology and aesthetic […]