Literature often describes places we are curious about, regardless of whether we know them or not. This blog maps the journeys laid out in selected books and offers reflections corresponding to the various stops. Happy traveling!

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I was born in Eureka, California and adopted when I was 2.  I grew up in Fort Bragg, California, and graduated high school in 1982.  I finished a BA in English at Santa Clara University, and then did two years of volunteer service with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in inner-city Milwaukee.  I lived in Milwaukee from 1986-1995.  I got married in 1995 to Megan Kamerick and moved to San Antonio, Texas where I worked for a non-profit organization while I picked up an MA in International Relations at St. Mary's University.  In 2000, I started a Ph.D. program in Political Science at the University of New Orleans and we lived there until 2004.  Megan accepted a job in Albuquerque 2004, and we have lived there up to the present.  I completed my Ph.D. in 2008 and am currently working at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine.

Monday, August 21, 2006

On the Road: Creston, Wyoming

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On the Road: Creston, Wyoming


Blogger Steve said...

When I took my first bus ride from Denver to Frisco in 1983, the bus went along route 40 in Colorado, which ran parallel to interstate 80 in Wyoming to its north.

So I never got to cross the divide in Creston, but I distinctly remember passing through Steamboat Springs (which was beautiful in the summertime, the slopes all decked and ringed with wildflowers) and then Craig, Colorado.

In Craig, the bus made a pit stop at a McDonalds and I remember hitting it off with a beautiful, blonde-haired country girl who was working behind the counter. She came out and sat with me on her break while I ate my breakfast. She plied me with questions about where I was from and where I was headed. We had an instant connection... a positive chemistry. Within a couple minutes we felt like we had been friends our whole lives. All too soon, the bus driver gave the five minute call to board and I made the split decision not to stay with her, and instead got back on the bus for California. I often think what would my life had been like had I decided to stay. Would we have made it work? Would we have gotten married and had kids? Or perhaps travelled the country together in young wanderlust?

I'll never forget that sad, longing, take-me-away-with-you-from-here smalltown look in her eyes. She haunts me to this day when I think about her and what could have been.

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