Ponza and Palmarola Ponza sounds like a racetrack for cars. That’s probably because it rhymes with Monza, which is a racetrack for cars. But Ponza is an island 30 miles west of Gaeta and a justifiably popular weekend destination for …
Position: 40°54’55″N 12°56’56″E To paraphrase Ratty, the Water Rat in Wind in the Willows, ‘Believe me, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as paying someone to mess about with your boat.’ Such luxuries are for the wealthy. We …
Position: 41°12’57″N 13°34’23″E After spending the summer reconnecting with our friends and families on America’s west coast, we had exhausted both our 90-day ban from Schengen countries and our hosts, Lauren and Wade (thanks guys!). It is time to return …
Position: 33°24’35″N 104°31’27″W “Roswell? Why do you want to see Roswell?” Carol asked, giving me the side eye. “Because,” I replied, “I want to see where you went to high school.” NY to NM In 1972 Carol’s dad, Bob, left …
Position: 42°49’36″N 118°54’51″W Thirty-five years ago, Nevada’s section of US Route 50 was deemed by Life Magazine as the “loneliest road in America”. Life’s editors clearly never travelled route 140/205, from Winnemucca, NV, to Frenchglen, OR. Woodsmoke from the raging …
Position: 39°52’59″N 115°18’42″W The corner of Nevada where it meets Utah and Idaho is mostly unpopulated. Here, the ruggedly beautiful mountains lie north to south and stretch along a half dozen wide, empty valleys, all arid high desert with sagebrush …
Position: 37°15’32″N 112°57’01″W Carol had waxed lyrical about Zion, but the entire area was new to me. It didn’t take long to understand why it’s so busy. As soon as we passed the east entrance the road dipped and turned …
Position: 37°01’45″N 112°30’24″W Crossing Utah’s southern border with Arizona west of Lake Powell soon brings you to to the resort town of Kanab. Surrounded by spectacular, craggy windblown cliffs in layers of tan and red, the town is instantly recognizable …
Position: 32°46’53″N 106°10’23″W By midday the heat bouncing off the brilliant gypsum crystals at White Sands National Park will sear your eyeballs and fry your skin. Squint hard enough and you can barely make out the dunes and swales that …
