Hello, 2014…

The wind from the Sea of Cortez seems to pause just at dawn here, allowing the birdsongs to carry a little further and let me know about the imminent sunrise.  I get up and poke my nose out of the tent, and note the temperature, feels like 50 degrees or so, just enough to make …

Viva Aqua Moose!

“My God sweetie – look what I found!” Sylvie’s head peeped over the huge granite boulder that separated our tent from the small pool that was fed by a hot spring at the head of the Guadeloupe Canyon in Baja, and that formed the remarkable oasis where we were spending Christmas. “What is it Dad!” …

The Lady Needs Air

One of the things that has been troubling me about our truck set-up is that, when fully loaded, our payload was overwhelming even the custom leaf pack and shocks.  In turn, the front end of the truck was being lifted, so not only was I losing travel in the rear of the truck, but the …

12/19… Ten Thousand Miles

It’s been a while, certainly, so this post is going to once again kind of mess up the timeline as I will  be going back to fill in many blanks, but we just passed ten thousand miles on the odometer for the trip and the condensed story of the great adventure to date is as …

Big Bend Gallery

11/24… Poolside at the Grand Motor Inn

Well, this is turning into another snow day. We’ve been getting crushed by this ridiculous Arctic Storm that has been depositing snow and ice across, as near as we can tell, the entire Southwestern United States, concentrated primarily on our truck. We got lucky yesterday.  I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic in these …

11/23… White Sands Gallery

10/30… Damn You, Coleman.

Yesterday saw the girls up early as the tree outside our tent is host to a bird that seems to delight in calling out to us at about 6:30 until we’re awake, then, its task complete, it disappears into dawn to go irritate some other creature. It was pretty windy and, with a low cloud …

10/29… Mort, Skinks, and Misery Battery

The night and day aspect of leaving the Shenandoah Valley with our numb fingers and toes in its wake, only to wake up the next morning at Gulf Island National Seashore, is really something else. We’re waking up in the cool mornings as the sun rises and enjoying lazy breakfasts in shorts and tee shirts.  …