The Sound of Silence

Parked south of Salt Lake City on my route toward Arizona, I hear the gentle whistle of a distant train.  That faint mournful call, I say to myself, is exactly the sound a train should make.  Not, as I have experienced for the last three months, a RV shaking, cacophony like a 737 landing on […]

Sunny’s Oregon Trail

Thanks to Jane for capturing this video.  I really appreciate everyone singing along with me! My house plants are threatening to wilt if I do not find a way to move my daily personal jam sessions outside for a bit while I am parked in Moab.  I want to oblige them and perform for my […]