We left the little campground in the middle of the Maricopa Wilderness in search of a place to call home for the work week. We were seriously crushing on the Sonoran Desert so we hoped to stay longer, but we did need Internet for that to happen. Kerri had another dirt...
Having a few days each week with no Internet requirement is a wonderful thing. It allows the both of us to venture further away from asphalt, seeking out new adventures and places to explore. I had one of those places in mind for this weekend, and with the upcoming eclipse...
Early Saturday morning we were packed up and were ready to roll out of Kofa to a new home. We were not really sure where that was going to be, to be honest, but time would eventually lead us somewhere. First, we had to run into town to resupply for...
We made it out of California, and then through the desert town of Quartszite, Arizona just in time. It was a week before the huge annual tent-show and things were going to get extremely hectic around this area soon. The usually small town – only a few blocks in size...
Immediately after the completion of the sailing lessons (and a night’s sleep) we were up and moving. We had a long day of driving ahead of us – about 300 miles – so I pestered, and pestered, and pestered Kerri until she finally got up from bed. The end result was...
The decision was made to start heading towards our sailing lessons in Santa Barbara. Before the end of the Xmas week we had already left the solitude and adventures of the Mojave and headed South towards Joshua Tree. Sure there was [yet another] government shutdown going on but we were...
Even though we had a great boondocking spot miles down a dirt road all to ourselves, Kerri continued her map reconnoitering. In the process, she found a cabin. The cabin (I will leave it un-named and un-marked) is open to the public and free to use. Our curiosity was peaked...
We spent a couple of hours driving a loop of asphalt around the Mojave to scout some already-known boondocking spots when Kerri directed me down yet another dirt road to explore. While the known-spots were just fine, they need to be something special to meet Kerri’s standards, and they did...
It’s hard getting Kerri out of bed in the mornings. Really. If the temperature is below 50 degrees, and I am foolish enough to give her a cup of coffee while she is still under the blankets, there is no hope for an early start to our day. And that...
Just days before Xmas – and on our one year anniversary of our first departure in the van that resulted in a fire – we left Kerri’s parents back in Grass Valley and started our way towards Santa Barbara, CA for our sailing lessons. It felt like the first time...
