Our final days in the UK were reserved for exploring the countryside before heading back to Dublin and the long journey home. We waved goodbye to the animals, loaded back into our complaining rental, and set out midday with a 4-hour drive along the southern coastline. We couldn’t sightsee much—arrival...
Our second part of UK time was to do something different: stay put. Not that we needed a break from the van already—we’d just gotten back to it—but to move less. A lot less. We’d originally planned a week or two auto-touring Scotland and Ireland after the concert. But as...
Kerri jumped at the opportunity to be free of the boat and immediately found a new adventure: a Florence & The Machine concert in Scotland. We’d both been obsessed with them for a couple years. It seemed like a big trip for a single-night show, but at first we thought,...
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...
