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  Those of you who know us know that we have a thirst for adventure. We’re usually agreeable to just about anything, but if you didn’t already know, driving exclusively from Alaska to Argentina is an impossible feat. The reason is an approximate sixty miles of roadless, swampy, mountainous stretch of land between Panama and […]

As fate would have it, the stars seem to align about once a year, nudging these two wandering souls back to where it all began. Back to our roots. Back to family. In 2022, a broken water main in our old house in Battle Ground—now home to our eldest daughter, Amanda—pulled us home. What started

I vowed when we started this journey to remain completely transparent about the good, the bad, and the ugly of long-term travel. When asked, I am always honest and yes, there are struggles, constant travel can be exhausting. About every three months or so I feel the need to land somewhere. It can be just

I love a good storm. I love the adrenaline rush while being completely safe from actual danger, the way some people like monster roller coasters or scary movies. But a hurricane? I vacillated between thrilled anticipation and abject terror. Looking at the projected path, there was really nowhere we could go to get to absolute

When Kevin suggested a trip into Mexico City, I had visions of scraping our rearview mirrors on narrow streets. Been there. Of bumping a line of parked motorcycles and having to jump out and prop them up to prevent them tumbling down in a domino effect. Done that. And of being forced to back down

Instagram is a lie! Well, not a lie exactly, but it definitely doesn’t tell the whole story. If you have spent any time on social media, I am sure you have seen the “Instagram vs. reality” posts.  Ones where a traveler shows themselves soaking in a beautiful, secluded hot spring. Looks perfect. Until you pan

My travels have made me realize my world view is not the only, nor possibly even the correct world view. Spending Dia de los Muertos in the country where the tradition has its roots has peeled back my blinders even more. I have always viewed death as a vast separation from life. I grew up

I admit I am a walking, talking dichotomy. I am at once a woman who seeks adventure and craves travel, as well as a woman riddled with anxiety.  I have crossed many country borders in my travels and have had a few hiccups—like the time I was pulled aside, searched, and questioned for crossing the

After 488 days and 23,133 miles we have heard many questions from friends and family as well as strangers we’ve met along the way. I thought I’d take a few moments to answer some of those questions. We started living full time in our bus, Thomás, on May 1st. 2022, after three years of blood,

I gotta admit I was a little nervous about traveling to Florida, especially with the political climate and the fact that I had just finished reading When She Woke (a Handmaid’s Tale-esque novel), but the sun, the sea and the palms sang their siren song, and the wind blew us toward the Keys. So, with