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...
We decided to take our island hopping to a whole new level. This time by going to an island that can not be driven too; San Juan Island. It was somewhat of a time killing exercise as well as a National Park visit with the San Juan Island National Historic...
After the long day on the boat Kerri opted for us to make the hour drive to where her Mother and Father were recently camped – Camano Island State Park – to see if they were still there. They were, so we had yet another impromptu get together with family...
With an early Monday morning meetup with inspectors on our [hopefully] new sailboat, we chose to camp as close to Bellingham as possible. Twenty minutes to the south is Larrabee State Park and was our only real option other than a RV resort (ew). So Larrabee it was. The campground...
With just a single week to go before our big date with a sailboat – the longest week ever – we set out to get in some more boondocking. Originally we tried a few possible locations along side what we thought was a lake. It turned out that they were...
