Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
Today marked a major change in my plans over the last two years. I’m glad for it in a way. I’m not happy to report what has been going on but sometimes life throws a curve ball at you, and if you take that ball in the teeth, you get a walk. In June 2020,…
This morning I wake up and I immediately know that summer is over. In all the years that I have lived in this place called North Park, there comes a moment when you realize when the world has entered a new phase. I awoke to the sound of the wind blasting against the outside of…
Just over Rabbit Ears pass to the west is Steamboat, CO, known mostly in the winter as a ski resort town which gets around 100 inches of powder every year. I don’t downhill ski (yet) so being an hour drive from some truly world-class skiing was wasted on me when I was growing up. Now I…
With my first introduction to Ireland, I was determined to eat my way across this ancient land. I was on the search for places to eat in Dublin. Ask someone what they know about Irish food and they will probably tell you about corned beef and cabbage, green Budweiser, or a dozen brands of whiskey….
by Clinton A. Harris, published in Big Life Magazine, Summer 2021 Titled: Simple Pleasures: a Father and Son’s Road Trip Through the Pacific North West The inside of my Jeep is a collection of empty pop bottles, chip bags, coffee cups, and yellow Labrador fur drifting through the air. My seven month old pup, Penny,…
The last couple of days have been a struggle, fighting burnout as a digital nomad. I don’t know if it’s just the time of year or something else, but I’ve been feeling that sensation like the walls are closing in on me lately. Or it could just be that I’ve been at the same camp…
This is a subject that probably learns more into the realm of being personal than I should probably get into, but it is a reality of life on the road. Just as it is with anyone that is single and keeping their options open to meeting new people. Either new friends or something more. Dating…
Anytime I think about getting another tattoo, I ask myself where could I fly with the cost of that chunk of permanent artwork. It always stops me dead. It isn’t that I’ll be stuck with wearing something on my skin for my whole life. When I go places, that leaves an indelible mark in my memory. Deciding…