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”
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”
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”
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”
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.
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”
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”
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”
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”
“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”