We spent this past week in Grass Valley, with Kerri’s family, getting a ton of chores completed on the Airstream, storage units, my teeth, another small construction project for Big Blue, and the dog’s vaccinations. One plus side to it all was a consistent address for a week. That meant...
We originally wanted to spend the week outside of Virginia City in Nevada and take the Interstate over the Sierra’s when the time came to make that jump, but Virginia City just did not suit us. Instead we decided to keep heading North on Highway 395 and go see more...
We have been spending more and more of our time down some random dirt road, and I have to say it suits us just fine. Just a little bit of research on the maps gives us all sorts of ideas on roads that might lead us somewhere cool, and the...
We were not far out of Benton Hot Springs when we saw a dirt road leading off the asphalt and into a very cool looking canyon. Kerri and I both wanted to go see what was beyond, so we did just that and a pleasant surprise it was. It helps...
Boondocking location information is so easily found online thanks to the Internet now-a-days, which means many more people are camping on public land then when I started my travels in 2010. Add in the hordes that make the trek out into a beautiful scene just to impress their Instagram or...
When we left Bishop, we only had an hours drive North to get to our next week-long destination. Sure, we could have just driven those miles and be done with it, but where is the adventure in that? So, we took the long way to get there – by way...
We tried the whole tourist thing. Really, we did. It involved going into town, walking the main strip, and even trying to see what bad pastries I could shove into my face-hole from the famous Schat’s Bakery. The sheer number of people crammed into the building, all browsing baked goods,...
Saturday came and we moved on from our nice little adventure in Independence. In a rare case of back-tracking, we actually returned to Lone Pine to take care of the weekly chores of laundry and a shower (each, of course) before turning back to the North towards Bishop. It didn’t...
We only had to drive a few minutes from the Alabama Hills to find a much needed slice of adventure, solitude, and independence – Independence, California. The tiny little town, barely a dozen blocks long along Highway 395, had just enough in it to be cozy without being a tourist...
Once again I say it, “I’ve never been there”. The Alabama Hills, right off my second favorite stretch of California road (my first being any stretch leading out of the state) and within spittin’ distance of one of my favorite little towns in the West – Lone Pine. The Alabama...
