"El Viejo goes West". Over two months and 13,000 miles wandering the back roads of the American west to celebrate my retirement.
About this blog
In the Fall of 1991 Helen and I attended an Elderhostel in Oaxaca. Mexico. While there I became more convinced of the wisdom of a remark attributed to Daniel J. Boorstin, noted authority on American History. He said, "Not so many years ago there was no simpler or more intelligible notion than that of going on a journey." I believe Boorstin's comment holds true. That idea, coupled with some health problems, convinced me that my time for retirement had arrived. Back home, I initiated the retirement process and by the end of March I bid my colleagues farewell. I bought a used Ford F-250 van. It came with a sofa-bed, reading lights, fresh water tank and a small sink. By April 12 I was ready to go.
