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Wow! It has been a long time since I blogged about a trip. F'ing Covid.  Ghost Ranch Corral It's not that I haven't travelled, I have travelled, but all for necessary things. From Corvallis, to Boise, to Logan, to Salt Lake City to Home. All in an effort to bring home my eldest from OSU, and show my middle possible colleges of the West. My middle wants to be west of the Continental Divide (maybe Front Range -- if she must) and she has always loved horses; however, she never became a proper cowgirl -- likely because her father is an L.A. city slicker. But, she is not ruling out the opportunity to meet a handsome young cowboy (or Aggie as the case may prove to be). More importantly, she wants to find her inner history-buff, education slinging, surfing, cowgirl. Drive-by Campus Tours Marcy Street What I didn't do is blog about my trips, because they were not American sightseeing tours. I failed to take the time to appreciate the Great Basin wonders. It wasn't play tim...

I have never been a huge fan of Mexico. For many Americans, it's almost an obligatory pilgrimage, especially if you are between the ages of 18 to 21, a collegiate rite-of-passage. As the mother of a few up-and-coming collegians, we decided to introduce our brood to the experience that is a Mexican Spring Break under controlled supervision. Actually, we started our inauguration Thanksgiving 2017. My husband's teenage stomping grounds was So Cal and San Diego is where our true hearts first met. Therefore, rolling across the Tijuana border was not too daunting-of-thought. To me, it is amazing how quickly one is hit by a proverbial geo-political Wall. My anecdotal border crossing experience, which is somewhat vast, is that crossing the US/Mexican border is one of the most dissonant one can experience. While the roads are maintained to a level of consistency, the lack of public services and poverty on the Mexican-side is consummate and pervasive. The word amongst Americans is...