Last Friday, we sold YOLO. While there is some relief that we were able to sell our RV, I’ve been feeling very sentimental about saying...

Justin and I were waiting for my mom’s delayed plane to arrive. We somehow ended up at a Starbucks at the Mall of America. We’d never...

A few mornings ago, our youngest and I spent a good hour or so looking over photos from our ten months on the road. We had so many,...

We rolled back into town a day earlier than planned. Mentally, we had been preparing for our final night on the road to be at a Brewery...

Many of our blog posts have been less about the travel and places we’ve been, and more about the overall experience and inner...

In Salt Lake City, we celebrated being on the road for three hundred days, nearly nine thousand miles, a dozen states, and two countries....

When T was about 2 years old, we went on a long awaited trip to the beach on the coast of North Carolina. It was a two hour drive from...

It’s weird and unsettling, being back in this hyper efficient, completely polarized, barely functioning democracy, a country on the edge...

NOTE: This was written April 30th, just before we packed up to drive to San Felipe. The last night that we were in Bahia de Los Angeles,...

One of our friends and I are in Guerrero Negro, about 3 hours south of where we are staying in Bahia de Los Angeles. We’ve come here to...

Sunrise in Bahia de Los Angeles, a few days before crossing back into the U.S. Sunrise on Bahia de LA, our rigs are parked on the beach...

I used to know time. I was intimate friends with the hours, days, and the months of the calendar. Juliana used to joke that my party...

T’s friend was showing her carpenter dad the multi room mansion she’d created in Minecraft. “Girl! Ha!” her dad, a master carpenter,...

On Monday, we departed La Paz to make the 220 mile drive north to Loreto. 220 miles may not sound too far, but; in an RV, and travelling...

I am in Los Barriles, Baja, watching the manta rays flinging themselves out of the ocean, somersault in the air and flop back into the...

My early morning writing routine happens in the wide open, wall free, but rug defined space right outside the rig. The outdoor rug, made...

Dusty sandlike dirt has been our companion for two months now, dust inside the rig, dust outside the rig, dust covering the car and the...

Our four family traveling tribe is in Los Cerritos, a small, but rapidly growing, community about halfway between La Paz and  Cabo. Here,...

More than anything, I have always craved community. Amidst a community, I feel most myself. It’s where I find rhythms to sink into. Our...

As the New Year has unfolded, you’ve probably noticed that we’ve been posting a lot more on the blog than we did in October, November,...