Dona Ann McAdams - Yvonne, Highway 80 (1977)
From the book Black Box - Courtesy Saint Lucy Books

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Dona Ann McAdams - Yvonne, Highway 80 (1977)
From the book Black Box - Courtesy Saint Lucy Books
After years of never hiking off Highway 80 in the northern part of Lake Tahoe, I finally made the trip. A few weeks ago we hiked Mount Judah on the Pacific Crest Trail. And while you are technically hiking the mountain of a ski resort, the views and the trees were gorgeous. We arrived just in time for alpine spring in July when all the wildflowers are in bloom. There were so many colors and types of wildflowers I had never seen before. And while our summer hiking has now come to an end, I look forward to a few autumn and winter hikes in the area.
truckee // 2018
Over the pass
Truckee, CA
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Ektar 100iso
Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost. I looked into the mirror and I see a bloody stranger.A ghost of a man I once was. I’m tire of people who have no concern for me.Just blood suckers stealing my blood and life. I saw men…
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The eastern end of US Highway 80
Tybee Island, October 18, 2025
I need a long highway. Ride.
Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is more than what we believe. We fall into places where we become entangled in the foolish things. I see you, I hear you. Coyote is remembering. He was free one. Once he had little and he had all he…