We aimed Marcel toward Mono Lake on what might be the most aggressively side-to-side rolling dirt road we’ve ever driven. Not the gentle up-and-down kind — this was full-body sway, the kind that makes a tall van question its life choices. Marcel was not a fan. Neither were our cabinets....
We were on the final push now. Mojave behind us, the plan was simple enough: head north, cross the Sierras, and get Marcel settled in for a long 6–8 month hibernation while we disappeared halfway around the world to go sailing. Simple plans, of course, are rarely executed simply. Originally,...
Somewhere between Colorado’s mountains and New Mexico’s hot springs, we lost our grip on time. Too many long soaks, too many lingering sunsets. Now we were behind schedule — and, to make things worse, it was Kerri’s busiest work season. Not exactly ideal for long Interstate hauls where work time...
We made a bee-line straight down Interstate 25, through Albuquerque, running the usual road-trip errands: fuel, truck-stop showers, bathroom breaks, repeat. By early afternoon we rolled off the highway just north of Socorro, New Mexico, chasing another patch of dirt our maps had promised — the Quebradas Backcountry Byway. These...
Immediately we were traveling by the worst way; by a schedule. In just a few short days we needed to be at a predetermined destination to link up with my brother & wife to visit my eldest brother near Clearlake, California. This, at least, allowed us to drop in at...
We move East at a good clip. Through and past Phoenix, and up the mountains on the other side as we wanted to take a route other than Interstate to our next destination. It wasn’t even a new area we were traveling – we did it last year – but...
If there is one thing an experienced group of full-timing nomads understand is that your neighbor always moves away, and you do not always get to say goodbye when they do. Whether it is someone leaving super early one day, or you are out on a walk, or that person...
The parts for Big Blue’s repair would not arrive before the weekend, meaning we had a few days to kill before the work could be done. It was painful to accept but we have been trying to make the best of the time we are trapped in an AAMCO parking...
We had a few scheduled stops once we got into California; friends and family that are not seen as often as one might like. The first was an overnight moochdock in the driveway of Kerri’s Aunt Claudia, barely a half mile off our route. Claudia came to our rescue with...
After the Cliff Dwellings, Kerri and I decided to pamper ourselves by returning to Faywood Hot Springs. It is here we spent the entire work week with daily after-work dips in the springs. Ah the luxuries of having a readily available toilet… and a hot bath each night. All things...
