Been there, done that
This is our new clubhouse in the trees. read more.
We take a different route (avoid Louisiana completely) through Mississippi and Alabama. read more.
We spend a great time with Skip's parents, a time that includes eating one of the best chicken-fried steaks I've ever had. read more.
We make 500 miles today. read more.
A glorious day of driving, driving, driving, through the Reservations of Arizona and then New Mexico. read more.
P invites us to come shower at his house in Flagstaff on our way east, and we take him up on it. read more.
It feels so odd to be headed east. read more.
We have the most amazing friends in Las Vegas, folks we met from riding motorcycles (fellow outcasts, people who ALSO didn't really enjoy the local European bike club), folks who would, if you were a friend, do anything and everything for you. read more.
Oh sweet Dog how good it is to get our puppies back. read more.
We leave the burn at sunrise, hours before the crowds of Exodus develop. read more.
I can't even begin to describe Burning Man to you. read more.
Ugh. read more.
So close to Home, Black Rock City, Nevada, that we jiggle with nervous excitement. read more.
We spend an incredible amount in a Catholic charities thrift store and again at Goodwill, but we are well-outfitted for the burn. read more.
The best Goodwill in the whole damn country is in Redomd, Oregon, right across the street from the Walmart. read more.
We are closer and closer to the US, to the border where they will question us thoroughly about beef. read more.
We camped last night on an anonymous forest-service road in the rain. read more.
It's a lovely overcast day deep in the woods of British Columbia. read more.
We walk into the woods this morning with the pups, no one around so they get to play off leash. read more.
We are gentle with each other today, incredibly gentle, absorbed in the continually amazing scenery, glacial lakes spread blue and gleaming before us, rivers rushing and tumbling white water over heavy stones, winding roads full of Caribou, Mountain Sheep, Bison, and Black Bears. read more.
The smoke lifts a hundred and fifty kliks east of Dawson City and life seems to get good again. read more.
The smoke picks up again, the fires raging northeast of us. read more.
The hotel we pick in Tok is dog-friendly (no deposit required), next door to the Salmon Bake Restaurant, across the street from the laundry mat, and inexpensive (for Alaska). read more.
We leave Danali and head toward Fairbanks. read more.
We don't do Danali well. read more.
The day we head for Denali National Park and Wildlife Preserve is post-card perfect. read more.
Weeks ago, still in Ohio, I checked out a sketchy web-description on the Intentional Community site about Talkeetna Blueberry Sanctuary, an IC in Alaska. read more.
We have a ball in Anchorage. read more.
This is one of those campin spots where we are of two minds (our collective mind is of two minds?). read more.
Valdez is our healing, cleansing, and salvation. read more.
We cross through US Customs by showing our drivers' licenses, birth certificates, and saying about two seconds to the customs agent. read more.
The Yukon gets more and more beautiful, full of silty blue glaciery streams and rivers that turn into lakes. read more.
Whitehorse is an awesome little town! We could easily live here during its three livable months. read more.
We cross into the Yukon, and a few km later onto the blissfully paved Alaskan Highway. read more.
The Cassiar Highway through British Columbia kicks our asses. read more.
Our wonderful neighbors at Smithers, J and J (who we would not have met had we not spent a second night there) tell us about a tiny piece of Alaska accesible only by seaplane or through British Columbia. read more.
We have a good day running errands, get the oil changed, the tires rotated, bike two miles to a gas station to buy a gas can and gas when we run out. read more.
As we're packing the van up, we see GIANT deer come through our campsite. read more.
We sleep in, waiting out the mosquitoes, wink wink nod nod. read more.
Holy Goddess, today I am glad I am not an atheist. read more.
We spend the day in Kalispell, looking for tires. read more.
Montana gets ever-better looking as we make our way West. read more.
The rest of our voyage through North Dakota passes in a long, smooth lane through the
gathering hills of the prairie, the amazing, awesome, open prairie. read more.
We Dervish through Wisconsin and Minnesota in a single day, steady, ready to feel the West
again, ready to leave behind the Canada-like gouging of Upper Peninsula fuel prices. read more.
Oh, we wanted to make it across to Wisconsin
but it wasnt to be. read more.
Upper Peninsula of Michigan
The land here still remembers snow, still feels the white weight of 200 inches a winter. read more.
We pass through the Lilley Township (or is it the Bitely Township?) preparing for their Homecoming Weekend. read more.
Finally, a really cool night! We stuff in ear-plugs, close all our curtains, and sleep like babies. read more.
We visit another of Skips sisters and her family. read more.
We visit Skips older sister R, her husband J. read more.
Amish country, the only scenic road in Ohio (according to our Atlas and its little green dots, anyway). read more.
Gorgeous, amazing place. read more.
We travel through TVA wonderland, former home of the Summer Olympics, with rafting EVERYWHERE. read more.
Waterfalls, a rough dirt road, a stream that races along the road, first on the right, then on the left. read more.
We stay with our friends S and S, who play the devils own tour-guides, show us Asheville, the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the lush countryside and try to talk us into staying with them for almost-ever. read more.
Good friends go out of their way to feed us, entertain us, talk to us. read more.
Heaven and decompression. read more.
We leave on the first day of summer, the promise of a full moon ripe and bright above us. read more.
A little more work before we go Roadtrippin with our two favorite allies
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Bugs and clouds-come-to-earth lit by distant lightning. read more.
We spend memorial weekend with Ss old high school friends. read more.
Following the Brown Signs to a boat ramp, no concrete here, just a hole in the reeds and rushes, green and sweet and sheltering. read more.
Back to the suburb. read more.
Oh, Thank Goddess, a hotel!. read more.
We love the town of Walla Walla the entire downtown offers free WiFi. read more.
We camp about ten miles from the cramping and active volcano, close enough to see into its white maw. read more.
The rain coats and seeps and cleanses. read more.
The miraculous Jerry who fixed our slave cylinder and changed our oil, points us to a lovely rest area. read more.
We spend the night outside of Bend, OR, where we will have solar panels installed by Sunlight Solar. read more.
Thank the Goddess were on the road again! We drive north out of Reno on our way to pick up a solar panel in Bend, Oregon. read more.
New engine for Dervish, and lots of time for me to get some writing done, start really putting the website together! Were in Fallon two and a half weeks getting this engine in, replacing the clutch, trying to solve our mystery fuel injection (?) problems
I do my writing on the laptop in the local coffee shop (expensive) and the local library (completely free, but the shelves and shelves and shelves of books are quite a distraction). read more.
I think weve officially spent more time broken down than on the road
but Dervish always picks the most beautiful places to break down (and incredibly remote, too). read more.
Something (else) is horribly wrong with the van. read more.
We make it to Beattie, gateway to Death Valley, and the van just behaves awfully. read more.
Fuck this awful place. read more.
Cough, sputter, shudder, clouds of smoke, seven miles to the gallon, spit, spit, spit, we make it into Fallon. read more.
We arrive at BRC for Burning Man Sunday night just before midnight when the gates first open, pick up our tickets at will-call, ring the bell and get our asses swatted with the desert dust (because we're virgins). read more.
One night in a thirty dollar a night hotel room in this little tiny town in the middle of nowhere. read more.
We come back to Vegas to drop the dogs at their Uncle Archie's house. read more.
Horses. read more.
Shell-shocked from the move, sniping at each other in the mess and heat and despair when the van started malfunctioning. read more.