A banner whips in the wind over the main drag as I drive into Taos, New Mexico, and I figure that Kit Carson is getting his due. I should have known...
Looping Across Kit Carson’s Southwest
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Travel & Preservation
All Roads Lead to Chaco Canyon
"This is the best place on the planet. If you don’t come back, there’s something wrong with you.” These words spoken by G.B. Cornucopia, a 20-year...
Homeplace Ranch
Where a family of seven once bunked together in 1912, three modern-day cowboys now sleep. The Canadian Pacific Railway’s entrance in 1883 and the...
Bisbee, Arizona
In the historic district of Old Bisbee, S. Grant Sergot is handmaking a fur felt hat inside the Victorian-style Optimo Hatworks. Located at 47 Main...
Heading for the Hills
Riding along peaceful West Verde Creek on Comanche Bluff Trail, I could see in my mind’s eye the natives stalking a transplanted settler from Poland...
Following Charlie Russell’s Paintbrush
It’s a quiet day in Utica. No practical joker has tied tin cans to a dog’s tail and sent that dog running across the street in front of the General...
Fort Worth, Texas
Local historian J.R. Edmonson does not hesitate when asked who everyone in Fort Worth knows. “Steve Murrin, a third-generation cowboy whose...
Sea of Sage
Go trail riding in Snow Canyon State Park in St. George, Utah, and you’ll be riding through Utah’s Dixie. When Brigham Young called upon the...
Mapping the Black Hills: Valentine T. McGillycuddy
Valentine T. McGillcuddy, weak and on the verge of becoming an alcoholic after a stint as a doctor at the Wayne County Insane Asylum in Detroit,...
The Show Must Go On
“He just won’t let the dream die. All of us are just so devoted to this man and his dream. It’s a dying art. We come from everywhere just to be in...
What’s It Like to Live There—Fort Smith, AR
If you were a local in the Fort Smith region when Bass Reeves was hired in 1875, you would have immensely respected the former slave and his fellow...
Below the Equator
As a sudden rainstorm passed, I was glad to have on the wool poncho that Jorge let me borrow for the early morning ride to gather cattle and move...