Pamela Ewen

Off again – a mini-tour this time, only one week. First, Jackson, Mississippi. Took I-55 North and a pebble shot up from a MAC truck, shattering the passenger side window (where I was sitting)! Sigh. Shattering…not just cracking. But we rolled...

Hey Kokomo! This is make-believe, a beautiful mirage, an island built on sand. Las Vegas is fun, lazy, easy, unreal. But scratch any preconceived notions you may have, the old vision of this place. It’s changed. Hello-ooo Las Vegas! The huge fantastical...

Drove yesterday from Pismo Beach, where we woke up to a foggy chill, to Bakersfield, where the temperature mid-afternoon was 107 degrees. Every rare rustle of breeze felt like a furnace. You could just melt on the asphalt if you stood in one place too...

Got to Monterey just in time to see the Sunset. This is John Steinbeck country — remember he not only wrote Grapes of Wrath, but also Cannery Row and many other wonderful novels. This is a man who wrote from his heart, followed ideas. His biggest...

Driving from Santa Rosa, to Sacramento, to Stockton has a middle-earth feel. You’re leaving the foggy coastlands, mountainous terrain for the heart of the state, the flatland center where drama is left behind. Visited Family Christian Bookstore...