We ended up in Cottonwood, after running from the higher elevations (and incoming snow) of Payson. Not that we ended up much lower, and the temperatures would still be well below comfortable all week anyway. We would even get snow during our stay here, the very thing we were trying...
Kerri loves to find random dirt roads to direct me down. Normally they do not need to be historic in any way, but this one had a bit of history. The Apache Trail was once used by the Apache Indians (can I still say Indians or is that offensive now?)...
During the failed off-road adventures earlier in our weekend, we were catching glimpses of a majestic mountain to our North. It’s shape just kept drawing my eyes up to it, and I wished a dirt road led out to it from where we stood, but none did. Since we could...
When we first arrived at the Sonoran Desert we had no idea where we would go afterwards. That didn’t stop Kerri who found yet another long dirt road that she wanted to travel. It happened to be just across the highway from where our current dirt road would re-enter civilization....
We left the little campground in the middle of the Maricopa Wilderness in search of a place to call home for the work week. We were seriously crushing on the Sonoran Desert so we hoped to stay longer, but we did need Internet for that to happen. Kerri had another dirt...
Having a few days each week with no Internet requirement is a wonderful thing. It allows the both of us to venture further away from asphalt, seeking out new adventures and places to explore. I had one of those places in mind for this weekend, and with the upcoming eclipse...
Early Saturday morning we were packed up and were ready to roll out of Kofa to a new home. We were not really sure where that was going to be, to be honest, but time would eventually lead us somewhere. First, we had to run into town to resupply for...
We made it out of California, and then through the desert town of Quartszite, Arizona just in time. It was a week before the huge annual tent-show and things were going to get extremely hectic around this area soon. The usually small town – only a few blocks in size...
Immediately after the completion of the sailing lessons (and a night’s sleep) we were up and moving. We had a long day of driving ahead of us – about 300 miles – so I pestered, and pestered, and pestered Kerri until she finally got up from bed. The end result was...
We had only three days to do it in. Not only to make the 500 mile drive from Las Cienegas National Conservation Area to Carlsbad, New Mexico, but to see four National Parks in the process. If we could knock them all out in one weekend, then we could high-tail it...
