Taylor drove slowly down the narrow roughly paved county road. She rounded a curve and a small sign on the left hand side of the road said, 'Rainbow Creek Hiking Trail'. She drove past the entrance to the parking area and a hundred yards later crossed a narrow wooden bridge over a wide sparkling clear creek. The creek bed was pure white sand. She drove a li...
--Prologue-- About 20 miles southeast of town, there is a road that runs across the desert. It connects the four lane interstate with the small town of Grand View to the south. A straight, two lane ribbon of black top, running almost due south across miles and miles of empty desert and endless sky. It is the main link between Grand View and the larger towns...
Hope, Alaska is a small town which lies sixteen miles off a deserted stretch of Highway 9 which connects Anchorage to Seward. Not many people live in Hope for there really isn't a lot to do there. The population doubles in the summer to a few hundred as the cottages and campgrounds fill up with tourists looking for a peaceful break. During the rest of the ye...
"You will be the warrior ant," said the general in the green camouflage combat gear. The black beret was sideways on his head. The flaps on the shoulders were highly decorated by blue, yellow, and black decorations. The two young corporals were standing at attention and eyeing the topographic map. The tent shook lightly in the wind. A heavy diesel truck acce...
Summertime. Driving across that vast expanse of west Texas in your convertible on those local roads, it seems that you can go for hours without seeing another person. Just a long stretch of blacktop leading towards and into the horizon, so many miles ahead. The landscape not much to look at, dry and brown, but still beautiful in its simplicity, cactuses and...
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Mark Turner. Have you ever noticed that sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction. That point was driven home to me over twenty years ago. At that time I was in grad school working for my masters in engineering physics. I had enough money to be able to afford a reliable, older, car and have an apartment to m...
Part 1 "Hey Lilah, need a lift." The handsome young man called out from his burgundy sports car. "Hey Rob! That'd be nice. Thanks." She said as she walked over and took the door he had opened for her. He had seen the sexy red-head around town several times and knew that she was a good friend of a friends girlfriend, but he really didn't know her that well...
An Evening with Marty While I was changing to go to work Marty called mom again and asked if it was possible for me to along on a camping trip this weekend he had planned with his son. She agreed and he arranged a pick up time with her for tomorrow after school. He mentioned it to me as he drove me to work. I felt so different dressed back in my humdrum mal...
The trip started in Oatman, Arizona when I left my fathers home to journey back to California. I was 21 and had a nice visit to Laughlin for a summer vacation with him and my step mom. I made this drive several times a year. During summers, on my way back home to California I had a habit of stopping in Needles, California for a little dip in the Colorado Riv...
"Okay," I told myself. "The road is straight for miles. I can close my eyes for five seconds. That's all I need." That's where I was. That's the shape I was in. It was past midnight and I was half an hour from the nearest town. I was in the middle of deep, East Texas on a blacktopped road between the pine trees. I was beyond exhaustion. I badly needed sl...