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
Castles Made of Sand
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
The Tie that Binds
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!
So It Begins
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