Living one shutter at a time
Leaving the Mojave Desert cooler temperatures called like a siren unto a young sailor. And like a sirens song, it came at a cost. Climbing a steep winding road closed to large trucks. Dolores, our campervan, is a gnarly tiny home on wheels. But she’s big boned, in the cartoon “Cars” she’d be the (BIG GIRL) with a great personality. Read more
As a couple of kids from the Costal Marshes of South East Texas we struggled with record high temps and zero humidity. Phoenix Arizona was grounding flights, as friends and family continued sending links warning of potential heat exhaustion / death. Read more
Enjoying the Golden Hour Photographers of ever skill level from DSLR to smart phone, soaked in the splendor of the South Rim. All those cameras and not a single selfie was taken! Yet as the Golden light faded the dreaded bus loads of tourist arrived. Read more
Trip Advisor is great at laser targeting potential wallet-flushing theme parks, hotels, and dining experiences. But if you’re looking for public lands, rock formations, abandoned mines, ghost towns, and the such I advise asking a local. Generally, the older the better, who else knows all the locations, history, and has time to deal with a few meddling kids and their dog. If only the campervan more resembled the Mystery Machine, and Ruth looked a little less (judgmental Schnauzer) and more Scooby Doo. Read more
Rolling through Southern New Mexico in record high temps the starship campervan began to feel more like a vehicle from Mad Max. Covered in Dust, an insect graveyard upon the grill and bumper. The previous morning I’d hit a tumble weed. Am I an official “road warrior”? May I point out the van is a tiny home on wheels, NOT a finely tuned super car. Yet somehow, we managed to dodge countless birds, deer, and a fox. Mother Nature really needs to start a wildlife/ woodland creatures suicide counseling program. Read more
New Mexico; I kind of expected endless craft shops, tons of Woodstock brain-burnt hippies, incense, crystals, and new age finger cymbal experiences. Someone waving a bundle of smoldering “secret herbs and spices” around while fanning me with a feather. Wouldn’t be the first time, Enchanted Rock “end of the world 2012”. It was a show! Lots of chanting and drums, not a lot of world ending! Read more
To the hum of tires and the clicking odometer, I find the worries of daily life fading. Windows down, the starship campervan sets out to explore strange new worlds. Jamming to the beat of a Janise Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix, Doors, sound track. “Scotty full speed ahead”. Read more
In planning our track from South East Texas through the American North West we invited friends and family to meet us along the way. What’s life without friends and random shenanigans? If you didn’t get an invite hit me up! For real!
Watching our backyard flood through the movement of windshield wipers I questioned my sanity. Why leave a good job, a nice home, great neighbors, friends, and family to live out of a van? Only moments later still filled with apprehension the van shredded its drive belt. Read more
Yes, I’m leaving a good job with amazing coworkers , many of whom are like family. We’re stepping away from the safety of our suburbia middle American Dream to live out of a homemade campervan.
I’ve been told I’m committing career suicide, going through an early midlife crisis, and my personal favorite, “you should start doing drugs, like normal people”. And yes, this was said lovingly! “Drugs are bad MKAY” Read more
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