I saw a buffalo playing! And the cowboy mystique is real in Wyoming. I’d fallen asleep to pelting rain on Janet’s little skylight, but woke to blue sky and sunshine!…

San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…

The addicts say “Wherever you go, there you are.” I say thank goodness for that. Right now, in my new room, I feel like I’ve been running to me, not…