Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I fear my travelogue veered into a gear review. It’s an occupational hazard of someone who does activities that requires equipment to obsess about the materials rather than the act. Oh well, it’s my vacation and I can do whatever … Continue reading →

I had high hopes for the evening but I had a hell of a long drive to get there. The thing about driving is, it gives you time to think. My tried-and-true sleeping bag is a Big Agnes. (The model … Continue reading →

[Despite my misgivings, the midnight Stonerocalypse never happened. Or maybe I slept through it? Regardless, I had an excellent night’s sleep and hit the road. While on the road, I decided to type up a post about my, as yet … Continue reading →

The hotel looks empty. While checking in I strike up a conversation with the two ladies running the counter. Perhaps this was unwise because I was feeling loopy? I did it anyway: “I tried to stay at the nearby campground. … Continue reading →

I rolled into Guam, which isn’t Guam, around noon. I was going to meet some friends, chat for a few hours, and then split for a campsite. I wanted to camp solo for the night in one of three or … Continue reading →

[Whew, I got a little hot under the collar about Yellowstone in that last post didn’t I?  What can I say? I’m on my fifth espresso and I and I bristle that Yellowstone treats American citizens like pets. I often … Continue reading →

[Everything on my blog, including talking squirrels, is true. However, I sometimes change details in the interest of privacy. If I fudge a few details here and there I’d rather not spark a manhunt among the weaponized autists of the … Continue reading →

Here are the lyrics of the song Mrs. Curmudgeon composed while I was crammed in the wheel wells of my truck. Let’s all give her a hand. It was mud season at Curmudgeon Compound When God decided to throw the … Continue reading →

No point in cliffhangers; I’ll start with the end (which isn’t really the end) and then mention “misfortune roulette” which made departure memorable. The “end” is that I did it. I finally got out of town. I’m eleventy zillion miles … Continue reading →