The following chapters of the Big Trip chronicle a trip began in 1962 when I was 18. My VW beetle melted after 9 months. In 2005, I was able to complete the journey. My apologies to wincing editors.
Chapter Before the First bird
Other than some backseat birding across the country’s midsection and meandering during a family vacation in southern British Columbia, I had hardly birded out of Oregon. I was not old enough to vote but was approaching fledgling age. When I did leave the nest, I knew birds would be in the forefront of adventure. I began planning a dream. As a skinny teenage bird nut, I was not sure how to plan a long birding trip. I did have a few ideas and knew I had a lot of work before I even saw my first trip bird. In my copious and verbose notes of April 1961…
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