Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
The last of the desert drifted away behind me as I crossed into Idaho and its lava rock and hills which soon became mountains and sage brush, pine trees, and snow that lingered after the recent storms. I had seen snow in the high desert of New Mexico, not long after the crash. Someone hit…
In college I liked a girl who looked like Alanis Morrisette. The one with the braids from the Ironic video. Back then, I began my trend of being tongue-tied when I liked someone, painfully shy, and completely disarmed whenever I was near someone I was interested in. She was an absolute doll. Funny thing though…
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more…” This week hasn’t been all that great. After sitting through four days of dust storms in the New Mexico/Arizona desert, I headed up into the mountains of the Continental Divide between Lordsburg and Silver City. While making a turn to find a campsite, I was struck…
Today I definitely felt the Grind of life on the road. Even though I grew up in the Colorado mountains, just over the border from Wyoming–and all that blasting, blowing wind–there are days I just get sick of it. I’m near Safford, AZ right now, after having spent the last few months in the Yuma…
It always starts off small. Of course it does. Viruses, bacteria, those little microbes that lurk on surfaces or are blown around by the wind. They can find you any time of year. If it’s anything the Pandemic taught us, you can take all the precautions you want, you can wash your hands until they…
Usually I’m the one asking questions. For the last couple years I have found myself in a world I never would have imagined myself twenty years ago: journalism. In the last year, I have sold six stories. I am also a full-time content creator, and part of my job is to interview people to get…
Usually when my life is running like a fine Swiss watch, these sorts of things will happen. I will walk into the right place at the right time and something will just fit. This happens a lot on the road. A missed turn could take you to a beautiful scenic overlook, or a place with excellent green chile. Talking with a stranger can get you a new friend or even a connection to a great mechanic. You never can tell.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen young mechanics bankrolling the Mac or SnapOn Tools guy whenever they came around. Yet these were the same guys who used to sneer at anybody with a cabinet full of Craftsman tools. When you get down to nuts and bolts (pun intended) very little separates these…