We spent two blissful days tickling Mt. Rainier’s toes — cool mountain air, towering evergreens, and a view so good it felt like Mother Nature herself was showing off. But with a heat wave barreling toward us, we packed up camp and started rumbling down the long, winding gravel road...
It took nearly 20 more miles of bone-rattling, pothole-pocked gravel to even get to the side road we were aiming for. We were deep in it now—way out there—but also way closer to Mt. Rainier than we’d ever been. If I had Luke’s directions right, we’d be within a thousand...
With Marcel riding a couple hundred pounds leaner over the rear axle—thanks to the strategic shedding of the genset—we made yet another dramatic exit from my family’s property. If no one kicks the bucket in the next 48 hours, Kerri and I just might finally break free from the gravitational pull...
By all reasonable logic, you’d think we’d had our fill of the Olympic Peninsula by now. Truth be told, even we figured we’d be out of Washington within days of reclaiming our freedom—finally untethered from schedules, deadlines, and the tyranny of “must be here by this time.” But when faced with...
With all our commitments done, we ventured into new territory; unscheduled travel. With nothing on the calendar but to get to Colorado before winter we waved goodbye to our Washington family and pointed Marcel further North West in hopes of making it to un-civilization before the sun set. Kerri had...
Kerri and I spent nearly a week living like regular folk; inside a house, on a regular bed, with running water, electricity, and a daily hot shower. This, so I could relieve my sister and brother in-law from parent-sitting for a weekend so they could get away for something fun....
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...
