Category Archives: The West

Bonneville Salt Flats from BACK AND FORTH a hitchhiking novel from Peter Nolan Smith

September 20, 2014 – 11:19 am

The dawn sun burned misty shadows off the distant mountains and its stark brightness seared through my eyelids. I rose from my sleeping bag to drink in the austere surroundings. A white flatness stretched around me forever and a hissing wind pelleted my face with ancient brine. This was the Bonneville Salt Flats. A quick […]

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Forlorn

September 20, 2014 – 10:23 am

New York is a city of eight million. Every day millions of commuters, truckers, and travelers pass through the five boroughs to a myriad of destinations. The residents of this mighty metropolis look up into the sky of a day and think that we are spared the smog of LA. Today’s Air Quality Index is […]

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EVERGREEN by Jocko Weyland

July 24, 2014 – 7:28 am

Jocko Weyland moved to Tuscon. He works as the curator of the Museum of Contemporary Art. The veteran skateboarder loves the West. It is his home. And he loves trains. My son Fenway does too. The other day I spotted an Evergreen container on a truck in Greenpoint. They get around.

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LUCKY IN LOVE by Peter Nolan Smith

May 29, 2014 – 12:12 pm

The dawn sun burned misty shadows off the mountains and a stark brightness seared through my eyelids, as I rose from my sleeping bag to drink in the austere surroundings. Flatness stretched forever. A hissing wind pelleted my face with ancient brine. The salt lay five feet deep this far from the lake. A quick […]

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Nothing In Anaconda

September 1, 2013 – 12:06 pm

According to Wikipedia the Anaconda mine produced more than $300 billion worth of metal in its lifetime. In 1972 I hitchhiked through Anaconda. Dust rose from the mine. It had three shifts a day. Ten years later nothing was in Anaconda, but empty fields. Oh Zanadu.

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