My goodness -- are you permanently rooted or just waiting for bonnier weather to get your truck fixed? As for off-the-wall opinions, it's getting dangerous to express the wrong thought in a divided world, not to mention political correctness. Besides, I such when it comes to writing about my opinions -- I find that I tend to splutter. Hence my cheery Walking Prescott approach...

Granny J, I kind of like it when you splutter. You blast 'em pretty good. You don't do it very often, though.

name for the desert and personal exposee could be: lone man walking
not original but true, Thoreau also objected to the way of society and wrote about it

to be honest, compassionate, reflective and genuine today is to be a true original individual
and may create insights
stereotype and fossilized 68 opinions flourish everywhere, also in blogs

about the cold weather and freezing:
to cover the body with wool keeps out the cold, it is not hightech material, just look at sheep, they use it wih gusto and are happy to share their habits and knowledge with man and mountain women

Anonymous, eh? You can't fool me.

Say, "Lone Man Walking" is a good blog name. I wonder if somebody is already using it.

Believe it or not I own something wool: winter socks. They are blended with nylon, acrylic and spandex to make them stronger and stretchy. They work well.

no, am not anonymous, because you know me and that suffice, but if a label is needed, call me M

a favourite film of mine - with snow - to watch when snug in your cabin, feet being warmed by the pups is: McCabe & Mrs. Miller by Robert Altman from 1971.
Leonard Cohen sings Winter Lady or Travelling Lady. For once a film where the end shot has lingered in my mind after the film is long gone. Wonder if anybody remembers this film.

I rediscovered all my real woolies late last winter when I had a new furnace installed, which doesn't quite handle our coldest days. Rule: a good wool sweater is the greatest -- light and warm at the same time. Of course, there are alpaca and qivuit and cashmerewhich can be too warm to wear indoors.

GJ, I detect a pro-wool, anti-polartec constitchuency group in the readership. Soon I must pontificate on clothing and fabrics.

Oh, I like them both, boonie -- for example, I have no wool (nor cashmere nor qivuit nor mohair nor alpaca) pants, only polartec and I even have a big cabled sweater knit by my cousin made from orlon. Certainly the polartec is a lot easier to keep clean. And my electricity problem is the same with both wool and the synthetics. On the other hand, there is a Certain Something about a nice thick wool sweater... that seems to have been forgotten in this new century. A pity.

"Roaming free range on a blog" does not exclude being a travelogue but can heighten it to a further level of sophistication. The armchair traveller will enjoy it, he will not need to live on vicarious pleasures from other people's moving about but can become inspired to a trip to the local library by reading about what the blogger reads. A luxury to be indulged in before we are all relying on Wikipedia. Away from everybody.
“The Art of Travel” by Alain de Botton and W.G. Sebald’s books may be on the shelves.

Please elaborate on "retirees seem to be slaves of 1968" and from Nov. 14th " people whose brains froze in 1968". This writer is from Europe and sick and tired of hearing this same accusative song against 68 people, and reading plaintive articles in newspapers about the 68 generation. Who are they? Why the disdain? I do not know if I am part of that generation but I know I was born in the end of 1945 and a free spirit and not adherent to any -ism, unless it could be called humanism.

"your eyes glaze over with sheer boredom" and I wish to emulate this, I need it in order to avoid frequent feeling of let down. Attention and presence are difficult to come by today. How often it happens that someone just need to check their cell phone for messages while you are talking, or answer a phone, a child, a pet, so having meaningful conversations is a dead end, they get interrupted anyway so why bother?
Listening, not just hearing, takes effort and maybe that is the problem. It cannot be bought in WalMart nor can time.
Having many balls in the air, called multitasking, is fun in the right context, but presence and attention among humans is quite wonderful when it happens.
muni

Muni, I agree that a travelogue can branch out to wider topics. In fact, if it doesn't, it will become a ludicrous self-parody.

Indeed, over-reliance on Wikepedia is a real threat. Convenience conquers all.

I think I glanced at Botton's "Art of Travel" once. I'll give it a second look.

Slaves of 1968? Oh dear, that takes a whole essay. Some other day.