White Sands National Monument is home to a vast field of white as snow, gypsum sand dunes located in the Chihuahuan Desert in southern New Mexico. Once a luscious land inhabited by towering beasts such as dire wolves, saber-tooth tigers and mammoths it is now a rugged and harsh desert. Now this land host smaller beasts such as foxes, the terrifying Apache pocket mouse and our own beast, Brody.Continue reading “White Sands NP”
Day 90 on the road brought Christmas lights and Christmas enchiladas in Sante Fe, New Mexico.
The holiday season was upon us and given our new life of continuous change our holiday traditions would need to evolve. In place of skiing in the mountains we choose a day of psychedelic art; and rather than going to a mall to buy Christmas presents we got tattoos.*thanks Lost Cowboy for a great experience and tattoos we love. I will be driving from Denver next year to get that special tattoo I showed you!Continue reading “Santa Fe: Food, Art & Tattoos”
When the sun shines get your ass out of bed and seize the day.
There are several events that can be anticipated during a year of traveling around the country while living out of a small trailer. Cold weather is one of them. Our planned route aims to miss winter extremes by hugging the south and venturing north in the spring. Nonetheless, we knew enough to bring a few extra blankets, which we have stowed away for the one or few nights where cold weather still finds us.Continue reading “El Morro, NM: The Oasis”
We knew it existed, we just needed this trip (a year long road trip around North America) to guide us there.
Sedona, Arizona is known as many things. A natural paradise with telltale red rock formations; an outdoor recreation hub laden with hundreds of miles of hiking and biking trails; a town known for its southwestern art markets; and finally, it is where spiritual energy has made a home in ethereal landmarks called vortexes.Continue reading “Pulled into a Sedona Vortex”
What is the makeup of your most cherished memories?
Are they composed of snapshots; maybe a series of stills and flashes? Are they like a detailed movie scene you can play over and over? What about the memories of whole experiences where you can recall the sounds in the background, smells in the air and even feel the butterflies you felt in your stomach? Doozies.Continue reading “Naked in Joshua Tree”
We didn’t exactly tackle Los Angeles the way we could have.
We didn’t explore the way we should have. For our tired minds at this point in our journey, what we needed was simply time with friends and family and of course Disneyland.Continue reading “Princess Fever in L.A.”
Morro Bay was a destination to stop and visit my cousin who recently started college at Cal Poly.
I was feeling a bit old as I can remember babysitting Chiara, but also very proud listening to her and hearing such wisdom and strength. It was quite comforting to be with the younger generation and feel hope for the long term future of this country. It was also comforting to spend time with the most adorable animals on the face of the planet. Anna feels as though she can’t write a post without writing something about the ominous future of this country, so you are stuck with me. I am not a writer, so here are some pictures of kayaking with sea puppies.
We left the Monterrey area the day after one of the strangest days of our lives, election day 2016.
We had a literal and figurative hangover. All we could think to do was hide in a redwood forest in Big Sur and hide from the online meltdown. This was a time we felt without resource, like getting news of the death of a loved one and there is no one, no thing to make it feel ok.Continue reading “Big Sur-Prise”
In Monterrey, we hung out with Art.
Art is the type of guy you meet and immediately feel as if you’ve been friends forever, like you are picking up where you left off. Perhaps you were last together in Spain on vacation or at a lively wedding in Las Vegas. He is open and warm, genuinely kind and can tell you something meaningful about every topic you broach. You never expect to meet such a person, randomly on a yearlong trip across the country, but when you do, you hang out and cherish the crap out of the time you get.
Pictures taken from 2 days hiking in Pinnacles National Park.
There are two entrances to the park, the East and the West. We chose the East Side to venture from as we favored the camping options. Highlights of the hikes were Bear Gulch and Balconies Caves and sightings of bats, tarantulas and the endangered California condor which is the largest bird in North America.
The feeling of miles and elevation in my legs and lungs is addicting. I believe this because it’s not always a joy, but always a need. The countless miles hiked and summits reached are not always “fun”, they can be so challenging that gratification only comes when it’s over. I know this is not the case for everyone…some love every aspect of hiking.Continue reading “Miles and Elevation: A Case for Hiking”
Either we have a rhythm in our lives or we are looking for one. It enables us be smooth operators as we move through our days and gives us a cadence to help us keep it together. Some call it their flow, their routine, their daily grind and it all ties us to a sense of equilibrium.Continue reading “Break in the Bay: San Fran & Napa”
We saw rain. Rain to sustain trees with 370 feet of life. Tall trees. The tallest trees. Trees older than Christ. Trees so hardy that nothing but time, lightning and man can kill them. Trees so special they were harvested down to 40,000 acres from a sprawling 2 million. Sacred trees.
The life in the trees feels like a tangible presence in the Northern California redwood forests. A crowd of these ancient towers seems to have an identifiable character and force in the rainy season. Their growth, their life, their age is something you can feel, like the spirit that moves you in a place of worship.Continue reading “Hugging Trees in California”
On the road we look forward to having people to visit like we look forward to Christmas.
It’s weird to say it gets lonely since we always have each other and our stinky dog, but it does. I think it’s part of the human psyche to feel the presence of another by their arrival and leaving. Since Matt and I never leave or arrive, we have become singular in a way. It’s a beautiful thing but at times its lonely.Continue reading “Miss Sacremento”
We departed Las Vegas for Tahoe knowing our transmission could go kaput any time.
Our route was US 95, the long desert highway. With my weary prone mind, I could see the headline. “Youngish couple goes missing in the desert along with their chubby dog and tiny trailer.”Continue reading “At Home in Lake Tahoe California”
It was inevitable. After 3 weeks of sweet, exciting days in the sun we met our first storm and had a bad day or five.
Talking about the not so perfect aspects of life on the road is tricky but I believe critical. We are still fresh in our pursuit of becoming road warriors, we are more like road apprentices, where each day is a lesson and the tough ones have the most meat, they stay with you.
When you end a stint of inspiring adventure at a location called Point Sublime you are destined to have trouble recovering a normal outlook. It had been 21 days since we left our home in Colorado and the horizon of our bliss appeared to stretch without interruption. Naivety.Continue reading “The Road Trip Blues”