The Church of the Open Road Press

Narratives about motorcycling on Northern California's back roads; Reflections on the history and geography of the North State; Memoirs and early recollections of youthful visits to towns and forests and mountaintops. Also middle-of-the-road takes on current issues in politics and education. Middle of the road? Isn't that dangerous?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

January 1, 1960

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The 1960s (which admittedly started in 1961) saw, in part: • The interstate highway system; • The introduction of the first production sport...
Monday, December 28, 2009

New Years Eve 1959

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MAN IT WAS COLD THAT NIGHT! But there I stood, bare-foot on the curving red cement walk that led to a front door we never used. The night ...
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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Western Waterfowl Conference - Sutter Buttes Loop

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DATELINE: SUTTER, CALIFORNIA. The 18,134th annual western hemisphere waterfowl meetings continue this winter in Sutter County. Tens of tho...
Monday, December 21, 2009

The Real McCoy

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WHEN THE ROAD APPEARED TOO RUGGED and, from behind my desk, I simply needed escape, I gazed longingly at the picture of the delta ferry call...
Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sierra Buttes

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[Mid-October] A co-member of a writers group reminds me that when in a boat on the ocean, the coast does not approach; rather one approache...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009

US 395 near Susanville - and Miss Holly Evermore

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[July 2008] I’D ALWAYS PRESUMED THAT SAGE was the natural perfume of that great basin and range territory east of the Sierra. South of Susa...

Philoprogenitoveness

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I WAS DOING RESEARCH. Well, just researching the meaning of a word. I leafed through the ancient Webster’s – five and a half inches thick ...
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Christmas in the Gold Country

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If I’m lucky enough to break away in December, I usually find myself exploring a dirt road into or out of a deep river canyon somewhere east...
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Saturday, December 5, 2009

A Parable

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THE LOCOMOTIVE hung wheezing from the gnarled and ruptured rails just past the eastern bridgehead. Engineer and crew hours ago swept down r...
Thursday, December 3, 2009

Felling the Yule Tree

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AN OLD GENTLEMAN could be seen struggling to shuffle up a cold December hillside. A biting upslope breeze tossed daggers of ice through lay...
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Maps. Some of the best stories one encounters one encounters by reading a map. A map is the framework - the outline - upon which both history and fantasy are crafted. Just as two people can witness an event and come up with entirely different recollections - each completely true, verifiable and accurate - two people can travel the same mapped route and come up with entirely different stories. But without the map, perhaps they'd have no story to tell. Some of the best anthologies in my library are stuffed in my map case.
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