Freedom was the case that they gave me.
An ode to the 3rd of July…
Stories About Meanderings
Three years of our family of six living and traveling the US in a 1976 Airstream travel trailer.
Postcard from Mille Lacs Lake, Minnesota (and ode to Summer)
The days grow shorter but the sun is still hot. A tribute to the rarest, if not my favorite, of seasons.
Chasing Other People’s Dreams
Sometimes I feel ingenuine. I want nothing but freedom. True and absolute. I seek after spontaneity like a burned up moth the morning after a fire. Been there, doing that. Desperate for more. I’m not even sure if I have an idea as to what I’m after. At this point it’s just perpetual motion. See
Into the Badlands
Four steps of footsteps, each lighter than the next, tread the packed solid dirt trail leaving just enough space for our boots between the tall grasses. Yellow and brown daisy looking flowers that die into massive dandelion poofs take flight spreading their seeds across the grasslands. Spires erect out of the flat, pointing toward massive
Wand’rly Seeking Tips on National Parks in Dakotas, Wyoming, Montana, Alberta
We’re looking for tips on National Parks in the Dakotas, Wyoming, Montana and Alberta.
Postcard from the Black Hills
An Indian blesses our child in sacred lands.
Living this Old Western Way
A massive thunderstorm is snap, crackling the sky and popping in my ears. I think of how having nothing but a van’s roof between me and all of that Great Buffalo in the Sky’s wrath is invigorating. Then I recall days of tents and Pacific Ocean storms. Then sleeping in just jeans and a long
A Manuscript, Black Hills
Perhaps prematurely I write you dear friend, of this, my most unfortunate circumstance. You see, it has been a pittance of time passed in which I’ve had the glory to call these, the Black Hills, my home. For though I have no particular concerns nor facets of life which might require me to move ever
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Postcard from Ten Sleep, Wyoming
A gas station, finally. Not that there weren’t options miles back the road at a quarter tank, but when your entire family of six is asleep and you’ve got mountain views and open road ahead, you don’t stop and risk ruining the silence of a thick scenery drive. Pulling into the Pony Express gas station
Old leather boots and big tin buckets
I fell in love with an old leather boot a few years back. She was brown and worn, with a fox red trim around the top and spots worn from weather and wear over three decades. She shook when she moved and sometimes needed a break on a long, hot day, but when you needed
Radiator Springs
The movie Cars plays regularly around our house. In 10 or 15 minute portions at a time usually, our two year old Winter will watch it before he takes a nap or to calm his anted-pants down on longer driving days. The movie, and its sequel even, are a few years old now, but kids
Postcard from Cody, Wyoming
I know they call Montana “Big Sky Country” but it’s applicable here, too, on Yellowstone’s eastern border. It’s as though ten times the wild blue yonder is up, up and above us.
A Typical Day in this Traveling Life
Morning doesn’t come with an alarm clock. 7am or so typically finds itself ringing in via the sounds of my boisterous youngest son, Wylder. He’s a morning smiler and eager to crawl into our bed, a handmade contraption built by my dad in the back of our Ford van. A master bedroom if you will.
Spirited Kin
We’ve never met many full-timers in our travels. Perhaps it’s because I’m a bit of a recluse. Or just that I have very few (but incredibly close when I do) friends. The Barenaked Family are the closest thing we’ve found to kindred spirits. They were doing this traveling thing well before the Internet made it