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?

Monday, September 30, 2019

CALIFORNIA’S SALMON RIVER BY-WAY

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… by not taking a favorite route,  I discover a new favorite route… There are many, many ways  to cross from California’s I-5 corrido...
Friday, August 16, 2019

DESTINATION: BUCKS LAKE

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…a glorious childhood haunt… I wasn’t expected to show up .  Barbara was the last of the three great moms who cared for a bevy of nei...
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Thursday, August 8, 2019

MR. MET AND MR. MILLER

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A tribute to teachers Last February , while visiting New York, I slipped into a souvenir shop and picked up a Mets t-shirt off the sale...
Tuesday, August 6, 2019

SUMMITTING BEARTOOTH PASS ON A ROYAL ENFIELD HIMALAYAN

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This one is not to be missed! The task was daunting .  Ride my Yamaha Super Tenere from California to Red Lodge, Montana, cross the glo...
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Monday, July 15, 2019

VENTURING OUT TO BLOODY ROCK

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A tale of either or My transgression this day  would be nothing compared to those visited upon this place a century and a half ag...
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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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