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My jump into the freezing water in Bosnia

Some places enable you to mix history and reckless recreation. Mostar, Bosnia, is one of them. I was in Bosnia in October for a couple reasons. One was the excess of history that the local population has endured — if […]

My jump into the freezing water in Bosnia

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Some places enable you to mix history and reckless recreation. Mostar, Bosnia, is one of them. I was in Bosnia in October for a couple reasons. One was the excess of history that the local population has endured — if […]

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Detroit Revisited: Off the beaten path

Fifteen years later, I was back in Detroit. On my first, long-ago trip, two weeks before 9/11, I left my belongings in an airport locker — airport lockers, remember them?

Back on the rails – jumping trains in Baltimore

As December of another year squandered in the East loomed, the time came to pursue "rare miles" in a hyper-congested urban corridor. Two rail routes exist between DC and Baltimore.

Jumping trains and riding the rails carries risks and scenic rewards

In another life I had time to ride freight trains around the West, through thousands of miles of scenery that only freight crews and hoboes had seen ever since

Hobo Pride: Freight-train hopping to Lynchburg

Ernest Hemingway hopping a freight train between boxcars to get to Walloon Lake in  1916. (Wikipedia Commons) After 17 months — too long a time — I was back sticking

Sightseeing in Camden – an unauthorized adventure

Not many tourists go sightseeing in Camden these days. I did on New Year's Day, in pursuit of a public library that the city threw away in 1986. For years I

West Coast freight-jumping beats the East Coast (Cheyenne to Ogden)

It had been six years since my last long Western ride. Back in 2006, I'd ridden Elko-Salt Lake City and Ogden-Elko, first along the southern shore of the Great

Catching trains in Maryland and nearly blinded for life

This was one of the fastest, smoothest catch-outs ever. I dropped off my rental car at the Citgo station in downtown Cumberland, Md., and climbed aboard a grainer a few

Groundhog Day in Nevada with road kill along the tracks

It had been nearly a year since my ecstatic daylight ride through the Wind River Canyon of Wyoming. I flew into Salt Lake City, arriving for the first time

Exploring St. Louis’ sights not on the tourist map

St. Louis always has occupied a peculiar lacuna in my personal history. It was the big city nearest to my hometown but was in long-term decline and lacked several attributes

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