This journey had been like a full dinner of many courses, set before a starving man. At first he tries to eat all of everything, but as the meal progresses he finds he must forgo some things to keep his appetite and his taste buds functioning.

John Steinbeck (via Kiko)

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  [Woody Creek Tavern, Woody Creek, Colorado, February 15, 2012]

“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a  habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered,  tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.”
—John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, 1945
[Monterey, California, November 17, 2011]

Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.”

John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, 1945

[Monterey, California, November 17, 2011]

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I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love.

John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley (1962)

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[Old Faithful Visitor Center parking lot (on vehicle with Michigan plate), Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming]

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[Tower Falls parking lot (on motorcycle with Montana plate), Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming]