The latest news on Big Blue’s breakdown isn’t very interesting. It is still broken. Repairs are still ongoing, yet we will be stuck in the repair shop parking lot for another week – at least. I’m not going to continue ranting on about this because that horse has already gone...
UPS, with the utmost wisdom, instead of shipping directly from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, rerouted our parts up to Sacramento, Reno, and finally to Las Vegas – all to avoid a single pass being closed for a few hours last Friday. They were further delayed by the New Year...
It was just too damn cold in the pacific north west to stay through the winter, so Kerri and I chose to hop back into the van for yet another winter in the warm(er) south west. Already, things have not gone to plan with Big Blue’s first ever major breakdown...
The parts for Big Blue’s repair would not arrive before the weekend, meaning we had a few days to kill before the work could be done. It was painful to accept but we have been trying to make the best of the time we are trapped in an AAMCO parking...
Well, we got Big Blue to the nearest AAMCO after the long, slow, journey to Henderson, NV (suburb of Vegas) on the back of a UHaul truck. This was the only AAMCO in the Vegas area that would be able to look at our problem within the week, but still...
Leaving our week long boondocking location in the Mojave National Preserve, we were looking forward to a short hike during the warmth of the day followed by revisiting another location that we stayed a night at in the past. We met back up with the asphalt and turned to continue...
I feel like it has been ages since we last got to boondock in the van, and it has. With our route slightly changing, thanks to snow in Interstate 80 the morning we left Kerri’s parents, so did our first week’s location. Instead of spending it off the 395, we...
Within the hour of getting Big Blue back from the shop we were on the road, heading East. The fact that it was rush hour traffic in the Bay Area and we had two bridges to cross didn’t matter. We wanted out of San Rafael. Oddly enough, the traffic didn’t...
A noise emanating from under Big Blue has been growing worse since leaving Washington. Once we arrived in the greater San Francisco Bay Area (San Rafael to be exact) it moved past the “hmmm” stage and well into the “oh shit” stage of noises. I was sure it was the...
We had a few scheduled stops once we got into California; friends and family that are not seen as often as one might like. The first was an overnight moochdock in the driveway of Kerri’s Aunt Claudia, barely a half mile off our route. Claudia came to our rescue with...
