“Arizona is a lie!” I yelled when I woke to sub-freezing temperatures after our first night in Flagstaff. “You’re the funniest girl I ever knew,” Kevin murmured with the gravely tone of sleep still in his voice. Now, I understand I am a bit geographically challenged—I thought Brussels was in Germany, for cryin’ out loud—but […]

After leaving Washington State to explore, once again, we drove through Washington and Oregon (where we woke up one morning to 10 degrees outside and, wait for it . . . 37 degrees inside our bus) and quickly drove south. Once in California, we visited old friends from home who graciously hosted us for the

“Where have you been?” “Where are you now?” These are questions that keep coming up in my feed, emails, and messages. I know Kevin and I have been MIA for a time now, but we have not given up on our dream to travel the Pan American highway. We have simply had a minor glitch.

This blog is for all you spreadsheet lovers—you know who you are. Alaska! Alaska was a state that was never really on my radar. Those of you who know me, know I am a girl of summer. Give me tropical breezes and a hammock over snow and cold every time. To be honest, in my

When Life gives you Lemons . . . Turn them into salmon dreams. . . We have been absolutely loving this new adventure, (currently in Alaska) in our renovated shorty school bus.  We ferried up the Alaska Inland passage to Haines, then drove to Destruction Bay, TOK, North Pole, Fairbanks, Dead horse / Prudhoe Bay,

If you haven’t read part I, you can find it at Anchored in Anchorage – Travelin Old Scool First thing Monday morning Klaus and Sonja followed us to the only mechanic in the city that could get us in before mid-August or September. They followed mostly for moral support as I could not imagine the

An·chor·age1: an area suitable to put out an anchor2: The condition of being locked to a base  I never expected to get anchored anywhere so soon into our trip. But fate had other ideas. Coming down off the Dalton Highway on our way back to Fairbanks, we fueled up at Yukon camp. While idling in

I have anxiety. Even worse, I have “anticipatory” anxiety. I was the kid who feared going down the big-kid slide. The kid who cried and said I couldn’t do it. But once I mustered the courage, I would get up at the bottom and with a tear-streaked face and sweaty palms I would realize that

I have heard warnings about the mosquitoes in Alaska. I have had friends send me videos of the horrors of the buzzing beasts. Did I take it seriously? Not seriously enough. I have lived in Eastern Washington where they have mosquitoes, and I am not usually bothered much by them—I‘ve heard rumors it’s all about

When does adventure begin? I’ve been pondering that question. Did our Pan-American adventure begin in 2017 when the seeds of the idea were planted while we were in Peru; in 2018 when we bought an old school bus with dreams of renovation; on April 29th 2022 when we rented our house and moved into the