Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
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…
Last year, I was just starting out on the road, traveling the western US in a converted schoolbus with my dog, Penny. At this time last year, we were following the changing colors of Autumn across the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. A year later, I find myself waking up in one of our first camps….
In a short time, I will have been in the same place (with a few exceptions) for the last three months. It feels strange to me after nine months of constantly moving. I came back to my home town at the end of May to stay put for a little while so I could really…
Tonight I’m feeling reflective and thought I might post something more personal than usual. The last year has been a wild experience. I’ve been living on the road full time, traveling from place to place, living in my tiny home on wheels. My only companion has been my yellow lab, Penny. She listens to me…
For the better part of a month, I had been traveling, starting in Bishop, where I stayed for about ten days. The plan had been to drive through the pass on Lee Vining Road in the Sierras to Yosemite–which was only about an hour away. As it turns out, the road was closed until June….
Back when I was in high school—in the late 20th century—our superintendent told us that 60% of the jobs that would await our generation in the next twenty years hadn’t even been heard of yet. Back then, we didn’t even have the internet. That came later in college, and mostly we saw it as a…
When I was a kid, I ate sandwiches every day. I wasn’t necessarily fond of eating them, it’s just that was what my family could afford. In my Empire Strikes Back lunchbox every day, my mom would pack a sandwich, some kind of fruit (raisins, apple, etc.), cookies or chips, and a thermos of milk,…
So I screwed up. A little. But every mistake you can walk away from is a potential lesson. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. It wouldn’t be the first time I was at the wrong place at the right time. Or the right place at the wrong time. I had been camped outside of…