Immediately following my last blog post, two things happened; First, my back decided to play 90-year-old again and nearly freeze up. I caught it quickly and instead of fighting the initial feelings, I went with it and hopefully saved myself weeks worth of pain and suffering. We do have that...
After leaving Southern California, we made our way all the way to the Phoenix area where we originally planned to stay the work week at Buckeye Regional Park. Instead, we continued on, turning south. Ajo, Arizona was our new destination and we made it just before sunset after a full...
During our two week stay outside of Grand Teton it had been pretty quite. Our days were two weeks of work days surrounding the weekend yak-packing. There was not much time to do much else. No hiking, or climbing, or kayaking… just work, and a little socializing with neighbors at...
Ah crap, I’m officially over the hill now. Today, July 22nd, is my 45th birthday. I don’t celebrate birthdays thanks to my Jehovah’s Witnesses upbringing (that surprised you didn’t it? Just breathe, it will be OK) but if anyone wants to send cash… or maybe gold since either one of...
When we arrived at Cabo Pulmo, we arrived freshly showered. Or, at least we got to shower within the past 24 hours of that day, which is pretty freshly showered by our definition. We spent a week in Cabo Pulmo, and now another week in Los Barriles a few dozen...
In a flurry of discussion the decision was made. We would skip La Paz on our Southern route and instead visit it when we head North. I mean, we have to pass through it again no matter what, so why not? This, in turn, freed us up to drive the...
That’s it, it is official. A new tradition is born. You may ask yourself, “what tradition?” The tradition of having too much fun in the desert of Borrego Springs and neglecting to take any photos which then forces me to just send everyone off to another blog which better documented...
Since meeting and getting to know Kerri – way back in Jan of this year – she has been telling me about how much she loves Port Townsend, Washington. So much so that we even planned our Alaska trip to return into the lower-48 via Washington just to spend a...
Upon arriving in Homer we drove straight to our designated campground at Mariner Park. It is not much more than a gravel lot at the beginning of the Spit but not only was the location great for an easy jump into town or the Spit itself, the view stretched across...
