Move Day Magic (and Mayhem): Life on the Road in an RV
After completing the tear-down process, with rubber gloves disposed and a stinky slinky stowed, I de-crouched out from under the bedroom slide and massaged my lower back. I silently ruminated, “I don’t recall seeing this particular online post properly articulating the dream of hitting the open road.” Not the start of move day that I was hoping for.
Trading Wheels for Walls: A Holiday Weekend with Friends
After almost a year of living full-time on the road, it felt both strange and luxurious to step into a sticks and bricks house again. Suddenly, we had room to spread out, hot showers that didn’t come with a mental calculation of tank levels, and a fenced in backyard for Kaia to run off leash.
Sensory Overload
So how in the world did I find myself standing at the base of St. Helens thinking…meh, that’s nice.
Small RV, Big Drama: My war with a winged demon
I killed it. And I meant to do it. I told myself I was protecting the dog but who are we kidding. This flying demon from H-E-double hockey sticks was five feet, I mean inches long with a hornet’s body and a three-inch tail.