Leo
parts, grinning and stumbling. I drive ten miles, and then down to the
view of Point Imperial, watching the sunset over Mount Hayden. A young
lady walks up. "Berkeley. I am getting my masters in Geography."
I quoted an obscure quote, explaining that for the traveler, the map is
everything. About how a thousand pages of words can't do what a map can
do in one.
"Paul Theroux," she said, "One of my favorites."
Stunned, I said, "If you have a map, you don't need an itinerary."
And then the sun set, first over the Vermilion Cliffs, Marble Canyon,
and Kaibab. Then the darkness swallowed Mount Hayden, the layers of the
sandwich, the tributaries of the Colorado River, the South Rim, Flagstaff,
Arizona.
The Loneliest Road A journey across the Nevada's Great Basin and the Loneliest Road in America. We follow the struggle between off-roaders, Great Basin Indians and conservationists over the fate of a blue butterfly.
Rachel, Nevada and Area 51
Area 51 is a dusty set of hangars at the bottom of a dry lake bed.
The Owyhee Puzzle Part I of the Oregon Testament. Follow us to Leslie Gulch, where we stumble upon a yet undiscovered Native American site.
The Alvord Desert Part II of the Oregon Testament. Fishing under the Steens Mountains, and wandering the alkali flats of Alvord Lake.
Mono Lake They are twisted, trollish, ungodly, like a woman turned to stone
