A Place Among the Fiddlers
October 5, 2026
I got off Interstate 81 to give my soul a break. The back roads of southwest Virginia wind, crest, and plunge through lush valleys of
I got off Interstate 81 to give my soul a break. The back roads of southwest Virginia wind, crest, and plunge through lush valleys of
Sunday night, and the parking lot has turned into its own little world of chrome, gasoline, and bad decisions waiting to happen. Choppers lean under
The image of the Schützenliesl—the cheerful Bavarian beer girl in a dirndl, balancing steins and bringing a little flirtatious swagger to the beer hall—has been
“No one has ever known you as I know you.” – Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
There’s something about cruising the city at night on a motorcycle that makes everything feel meaner, louder, and a little more alive. Streetlights smear across
Trillium Lake, tucked into Oregon’s Mount Hood National Forest, is the kind of place that looks almost unreal when the weather cooperates. The calm water
