The week’s stay in PT consisted of the usual work-week activities, of course. We were also able to walk into town to spend our first work morning drinking our brew with a view looking out over the marina. All other mornings I could not get Kerri out of bed early...
Early on a Thursday morning we packed up and left our cozy but shady spot in Bruceport. By the end of that day we needed to arrive at a reserved RV Resort camp site, 3 hours away. You might be asking, why are they camping an hour out of Seattle...
We have been lingering near Astoria because Kerri had a hair appointment on Saturday morning. It also gave me the opportunity to offload our just-replaced stove/oven. Saturday officially marks Big Blue’s return to oven-less-ness – back to just a two burner stove. After a few hours of waiting around in...
We have a few weeks to meander around before we are wanting to be in Idaho for the eclipse, so we chose to visit an area of Colorado that we have been missing in recent years; the South and South West of the state. Since we were already up in...
We arrived in Louisiana last weekend, but only just. We barely made it 20 miles inside the state before exiting the Interstate and setup camp at the Intracoastal Park. This unscheduled stop came thanks to a meetup with Tricia & Cody of @OurWanderingRythm who refereed us to the place. A...
Part two of my favorite camping spots of 2016 continues with our stay in Baja, Mexico. I wasn’t sure what to expect of Mexico (safety and all) but my expectations of Baja camping was clear; sandy beaches and maybe even learning how to surf while eating a lot of tacos...
Yea, we are back in Northern California, specifically to drop Big Blue off in storage for the rest of the year. A quick visit to my family, then off we went to Bodega Bay to get in one final week of ocean-life before heading inland for many months. Porto Bodega...
The great push North is nearly over. Within striking distance of the American border we come upon the Ensenada area, which was going to be our entry into Baja back in January, but now it is our exit. Before making our way all the way into the metro area, we...
After only single night in heaven, we spent a whole work-week in Loreto in the tiniest of RV parks, packed in like sardines, and dreaming of getting back out of town and too the beaches. This town of 14,000 souls just wreaked of most things you want to get away...
As we entered town of Mulege, “Barbara” (Kerri’s Garmin GPS which she insisted on bringing even though it can’t speak a lick of Spanish) told us, in that monotone synthetic yet somehow demeaning voice, to exit the highway to the right. I do not know why I still listen to...
