Tweets by clicknathan
Random thoughts about life, love and loving travel by Nathan @ Wand’rly.
Tweets by clicknathan
How to cook fresh lobster on the road or at your campsite.
Tornado watches go full on warnings across the south as the radio tells us, and our little life in a van, to seek underground shelter…
What in the brick and mortar is a full-time traveler anyway?
First impressions of what Mexico, or rather Baja California, is like…
Your forearms are the only pillow you should ever need.
I’m two days late, but it was on December 21st, 2009 that our lovely mama Renée finally made the decision to hop into a 1978 Volkswagen Bus with Tristan and I to float around this world. That’s a lifetime away now, another fuzzy memory different world I’m not sure even fully existed except now as […]
You don’t have to be deep to be real. There’s no monumental feeling you must get from this sort of traveling life. Yeah, you tend to get it in general, but we don’t have to be hippies on the trail, burnt out and baked in the sun to understand how grandiose a life lived spectacular […]
Thoughts on once again changing the pace of travel, this time beneath the foreboding glimmer of Autumn’s leaf.
The youngest sleeps soundly in his Pack n’ Play. At recently 2 years old he’s crossed the nation and back, calling two vans, a Volkswagen Bus, various vacation houses, cabins and hotels home here and there, on and off. Born in the Smokey Mountains, he’ll have no recollection of his hometown other than what future […]
Where horses have learned to live wild within this boundary of law, we find a sunsets bay worth of reminders of our own role in this world.
I advance a note. A sum provided, with no expectation of repayment, to my boys. Tristan David, son of a steel city, but two generations before him would be toiling in mines is instead a roustabout recluse, polite and capable as a cowboy, and with an earnest way that few friends of mine have ever […]
A red lumberjack shirt and a life’s worth of dirt in my toes.
Thoughts on hard work, tedium and the dismissal of life in favor of robots.
I sit and stare at a screen for hours. Not like “a few hours”, but endless minutes ticking away the clock to rhythm away my eyeballs some fifteen years older than they should be. Code. Some design. More code. I’m building the Internet, the modern age, the furthest thing from the reality I want. Occasional […]