Tag: Camping
On October 1st, we finally made it to our party. It was our nomad friend Holly’s 50th birthday. Four nights and three days of celebrations ensued. On the first night, Holly’s friends and family converged at Indian Cove Campground in…
In September, we started our rapid-fire tour of Oregon. Once again, we were squeezing in as many sites as we could before we started our long haul to Southern California to join a 4 day celebration of a fellow nomad’s…
We spent the whole month of August in Washington State on what felt like a rapid-fire tour. We need to be in Joshua Tree, California, for a party on October 1st, so we tried to see as much of the…
On June 30, we were still running away from the heat. We left our Boondockers Welcome location in Winslow, Arkansas, and headed for Colby, Kansas. When we rolled into Colby, self-described as “The Oasis on the Plains,” we were tired,…
We thought we’d be done with the van by the end of May. But it didn’t happen. We still had a few small projects, but we were anxious to start moving west. So on June 1, we loaded up the…
Ballena Blanca is gone. Off to new adventures with a new owner. On May 10 we signed the papers, deposited a check with my phone, and gave Ballena Blanca’s keys to her new companion. Ballena was our only permanent home…
The start of a month of house sits We rang in the New Year in Mexico City, mostly recovered but still feeling the effects of whatever bug we had caught. Three days later on January 3, we flew back to…
On August 14 of last year, Greg’s father, Perry, had a stroke. We were in Cabbagetown (Atlanta) at the time house sitting for friends. After Greg got the call, we made a quick trip to the grocery store, and then…
In July we finally landed at our first house sit of the summer in Cabbagetown. After a month of driving and visiting friends and family in June and visiting more friends and family during the first week of July, we…
We had just crested an incline when the whirl of Ballena Blanca’s engine suddenly went quiet and stopped. We were on the Horace Wilkinson Bridge crossing over the Mississippi River into Baton Rouge, Louisiana. With the forward momentum we had…
