I am writing these stories from old travel journals and do not attempt to be timely or even particularly helpful, as I think the trick of travel is not where you go or what you see or how thriftily you do these things, but the attitude you bring with you. This is why one of my fondest-remembered trips could be a week spent in late February in southeastern Iowa, where I wandered through the villages of the Amana and visited the site of the Skunk River War and the Great Wapallo County Gold Rush and found wonders at every hand.
I do now and then look something up on line, to check a spelling or see if a place is still there, or how it may have changed. This is why I give so few names: there’s no sense in having people go off looking for a wonderful little place that isn’t there anymore. The point of my stories is what I did with what I found: your story will be what you do with what you find. None of us will have been there and done that, as “there” and “that” are constantly changing, and each of us bring our own baggage and so for every one of us it will be different.