We arrive in La Ventana before the thermal has turned on for the day. It is dead calm, not a soul in sight at Baja Joe’s, one of the favorite watering holes. While we wait for the wind to begin, we take a walk up the beach. There’s a campground just up the way filled …
Across the desert we drive, our eyes scanning a landscape of saguaros, agaves, and other spiny plants that can survive off practically no water. We are surprised to find that the way is not flat, but consists of rolling hills, descents into deep washes and back up again. Mountain ridges like dinosaur spines defined the …
Time escapes us on this island. It is hard to imagine that it’s already been three weeks since we celebrated Canada Day and Independence Day in Tofino. The memories are as vivid as if they happened yesterday. Nyma and I have been so busy, time has slipped through our hands like sand. Every day is a …
My suspicion is confirmed: I love surfing. I think I surfed on all but one of the days I was in Tofino. I might be addicted. When I was out of the water too long, I began to feel antsy, agitated. But as soon as I entered the water, everything melted away and it was …
It’s been two weeks since Nyma and I left Portland. Doesn’t feel like that long, it really doesn’t. But at the same time, we’ve seen so much it feels like it could be longer than that. Travel does a funny thing to one’s sense of time. The best part about this trip so far? We …
Some of you might be wondering: what is so appealing about living in a van? While others might be thinking about making the leap to vanlife and just need some gentle encouragement. Nyma and I are here to tell you our favorite things about vanlife. You can decide for yourself whether we’re crazy or living to …
As Nyma and I prepare for our next road trip, I’ve been thinking a lot about my insatiable urge to travel. Why do I feel so inclined to keep moving? What is it about the open road that keeps pulling me back? Answering these questions wasn’t as easy as I thought, but I’ve finally been able …
After a stint at Grandma’s place in Mesa where we were tied to exploring a general region, it was great to jump into the freedom of vanlife again! From here on, our direction was northward, and it was all new territory. Such a beautiful feeling, treading into the unknown. We set off down the ribboning …
As Nyma and I were gearing up for a slow jaunt down to Phoenix, AZ to arrive at Grandma’s place in time to meet my sister Sarah for the weekend, I received a call with bad news from Grandma. A slight accident had broken her ankle, leaving her more or less immobile. Being the kind, …
As we descended the hill, the mountains snowy peaks faded and a desert unfolded before us. Everything was bleached gold by the sun. The blue oasis of Mono Lake eventually appeared and I knew our destination wasn’t much farther. Sitting in the shadow of the Eastern Sierras, Bishop, CA is an outdoor enthusiast’s dream. It …
