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Why Am I Me: A Birthday Poem For Mom

Mama, Why Am I Me?
My mom, Billie Burke Robinson as a child in Anaconda, Montana

Mama, why am I me?

A big question, from child number three

The one known as Billie B–

The auburn-haired beauty would smile, and laugh

As she’d help you see:

 

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Magic, Mystery, New Mexico

At a Texaco in New Mexico
I learned what desolate means
From the back roads to the coach roads
And everything in between
It’s a place of past dreams
With nothing left-
Or so it seems

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Rock Faces, Silent Voices

Firewood, food and gas

Make it last

Make it last

Firewood, food and gas-

Don’t forget a flask.

As rooks on a chessboard, we move up, down and all across the West. It’s October now and we point our tires south to follow the warmth of the sun. With map in hand and time on our side, we roll on, Southwest. Continue reading “Rock Faces, Silent Voices”

Coyotes and Wild Turkey

Like pitch on the pine, Priest Lake stuck with me, seeped in my soul and lingered in my heart – even after 25 years of absence.

Scratched in the Idaho Panhandle, carved by energy and force, Priest Lake is shouldered by the mighty Selkirk Mountains. Shawled in pines, adorned with sandy shores, islands and bays – the deep emerald water sparkles in sun and moonlight. Continue reading “Coyotes and Wild Turkey”

The Gift of A Griddle

Before I began my adventure, I was organizing my supplies in my mom and dad’s garage when I noticed they had a whole storage shelf filled with their old camping equipment. They stopped camping over 30 years ago, but they haven’t given this stuff away. Continue reading “The Gift of A Griddle”

Living in Extremes: Maui to Montana

Island to continent

Beach to mountain

Palms to pines

Sand to snow

Green to white

Warm to cold

One season to four. Continue reading “Living in Extremes: Maui to Montana”

Mining Memories In Montana

Where the days last forever

The hours you won’t measure

The memories you will treasure-

It’s a camping state of mind.

When the odometer flipped 2,400 miles, we knew we were no longer on an island in the middle of the Pacific. While it’s a good distance to travel, it’s just a fraction of the distance we will go before we finish this adventure in the American West. Continue reading “Mining Memories In Montana”

John Ford Meets John Denver

A couple weeks on the road now and, like running antelopes, we’re covering a lot of territory very quickly. Traversing Western Colorado’s scenic byways, the highlighted routes on our map now resemble large linking puzzle pieces.

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We go up and down and up and down the many mountain passes like a roller coaster ride. From the summits to the prairielands, the views are panoramic scenes straight out of an old John Ford Western, but we’re the cowboys in this thrilling adventure. Continue reading “John Ford Meets John Denver”

Nomadic Travelers

Like jumping into a cool tropical pool after a long sweaty hike, hitting the road with the new camper is exhilarating, eye opening and refreshing.

While we are officially homeless, we no longer feel that way. On the road our tiny house on wheels provides shelter, privacy and protection from weather, wild animals and weirdoes in the wilderness. Continue reading “Nomadic Travelers”

Tiny Home, Large Landscape

The thought of ordering a custom camper from the Internet sight unseen made me nervous. Having never been in a truck camper, and not having the resources on Maui to research them made it a big challenge.

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The Plan is No Plan

Our first destination is Denver to pick up our new camper. Like kids on Christmas morning, we can’t wait to open it up and play with it.

Leg one: 1300 miles – the sound of that delights us.
After being cramped on a landmass 40 miles by 60 miles with an island wide speed limit of 45 mph, we couldn’t wait to travel some distance and double that speed.

Colorado here we come. Continue reading “The Plan is No Plan”

The Landing

Hard Work Does Pay Off

Like a plane traveling through a turbulent sky, my emotions bounced around.

As the wheels of the plane touched down in Seattle, the melancholy mood of saying goodbye to Maui jumped to feeling joyful to be saying hello to my parents and to be starting my adventure.

I would spend a month at my parent’s house in North Bend Washington. I had to wait for the truck to make its journey across the Pacific and for Trenton to finish his farm lease, and I wanted to spend some time visiting with and helping my mom and dad.

After my folks turned 80, their health became more fragile. Continue reading “The Landing”

A Couple, A Camper, A Cat

Yes I did.

I brought my pet with me from Maui – an 11-year-old, one-eyed cat named Scrappers.

I looked for a good home for Scrappers but no one was interested in my half-blind buddy. I tried, maybe not as hard as I could have. I loved the little guy and I really didn’t want to say goodbye to him.

I found Scrappers in the road on a full moon night, Continue reading “A Couple, A Camper, A Cat”

Aloha Means Hello and Goodbye

Thoughts of moving from my Maui home lingered in my mind for a good 10 years.

It’s not that I’d grown tired of living on a tropical paradise for 25 years, it’s that my heart longed for new surrounding, for new adventures.

Living on an island, you begin the day observing the swiftness of the sun rising over the volcano; you end the day watching the speed of the sun setting over the ocean.This teaches you to realize how quickly time passes and I wanted to make this change while I was still able to enjoy the journey.

For one reason or another however, the timing hadn’t been right. So I patiently waited for Mother Maui to reveal the signs to me. Continue reading “Aloha Means Hello and Goodbye”

From Maui to the Mainland

“You did what?” is the first thing out of people’s mouth when I tell them I just moved from Maui. It’s not surprising to me. That’s the same response I heard from people when I told them I was moving to Maui 25 years ago. Continue reading “From Maui to the Mainland”