The all night drive is a roadtrip classic, and I’m not even sure one can claim to be on a roadtrip if there isn’t at least one dusk till dawn segment.  For some reason, I am properly equipped to do this kind of thing with minimum fuss. I simply require a small cup of coffee …

We made our way south and west from Washington DC after enjoying the warmth, hospitality and washing machines at Mark and Montse’s house.  We planned to work our way down the Appalachian Mountains, beginning at Shenandoah National Park, driving south on the Skyline Parkway, and continuing on through the Blue Ridge Parkway, and ending up …

From Assateague, we found our way to Washington and enjoyed a terrific, prolonged stay with our close, close friends Mark and Montse and their daughter, Elena. Mark also happens to have been my co-conspirator in one of the most poorly planned and prepared for road trips I have ever been on, back in the Cretaceous …

The girls are generally up and at it early, leaping into their bathing suits, and Val and I continue to take turns overseeing them while the other of us gets in a good long run. The runs along the seashore and into the National Park really are extraordinary.  Along the beach, the empty shells of …

Assateague State Park, as it turns out, is fantastic.  This is partly due to sheer dumb luck: Val and I were busy hedging our bets with the kids coming in thanks to the Belugas we never saw in the Saguenay, and the Caribou Herd we never saw in Gaspesie.  We made it clear that we …

The Federal Government shutdown affects us all, as it turns out, even those of us who are more or less off the grid.  We escaped New York with warm hearts having enjoyed to the fullest possible extent the wedding of our dear friends, Patricia and Freedome, and full bellies thank to a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner …

So… We have travelled from northern Quebec to Niagara Falls to New York to Washington, through the Shenandoah Valley, south to Pensacola Beach and then west to Texas.  At the moment, we’re in New Mexico, having just left the backcountry of Big Bend National Park, a huge and wild place, a place where tarantula sightings …

We woke up to a hell of a day. The sun was out, in force, and the extent of how great the campsite was, how gorgeous the beach was, and just how much nothing was on the agenda for today was not lost on either of the ladies.  Or either of us, frankly. They were …

It’s not often that you wake up in a Boreal forest, jumping out of your sleeping bag only to dive into as many layers as you can muster to keep warm enough in order to do a credible job of lighting the stove first thing in the morning, only to finish that same day in …