Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
Renting a car in Ireland might be one of the scariest things you can consider on your visit. You might have heard horror stories about narrow, twisting roads and crazy Irish drivers, and getting used to a right-hand drive might be pushing the bounds of your comfort zone. With the added challenge of most rental…
If you have been watching any number of travel shows, you might be under the impression there are only two extremes when traveling abroad. The Youth Hostel and the Luxury Hotel. You might find that your dreams of seeing the world are limited by cost when you look at home much a hotel room goes…
I’m taking the trip back on the Galway to Dublin train. A young man from Cork sits across from me. I don’t know his name, but I know his girlfriend’s. She is called Sinéad. I know this because her name is tattooed across the back of one of his hands. My temporary traveling companion is…
Many ancient civilizations believe that the Underworld is a realm of profane, twisted creatures, immortals dabbling in unholy practices, and beings with gaping, slavering jaws to devour your soul. The underworld is also attributed to the realm of faeries, the Other, and the sidhe. I had never been to Carlsbad Caverns, NM, but once I…
Solo travel is a journey of the soul as much as it is of the body. Maybe even more. When you travel alone, you don’t have the leverage to center your experience around someone else. Someone’s comfort. Someone’s expectations. Someone’s goals. Or someone else’s ego. It’s 100% about you. Which can be frightening but at…
The old blog was what it like living in the middle of nowhere, refurbishing an old house, and mountain life. With new changes in my life, I decided to do something different. I’m living on the road full time now in a converted schoolbus. Penny and I are chasing the sun and living on the road in our skoolie.
For the last few years, I have made an annual pilgrimage to Iron Mountain Hot Springs, in Glenwood Springs, CO. It seems like I’m usually around 3 to 4 hours away from the place. It’s always a long drive over mountain passes, winding your way through slow-moving trucks and wide-eyed out-of-state drivers whose hands are…
Today I am faced with a decision. I feel Resistance in all its malevolent glory bearing down on me. I feel generations of getting in your own way pushing back, which is usually good cause to push me forward in some direction. Only today I feel frozen. Here’s my choice: I can go on an…