Solo Travel and Living on the Road in a Skoolie
I’m trying not to be superstitious out here on the road. I understand that things breaking down is just part of life. It’s the law of entropy. In time, everything will break down and wear out. It’s a war of attrition we fight all the time, and it puts the children of doctors through college,…
Cooking on the road sits at that delicate precipice where you find food that is cheap, durable, flavorful, and yes somewhat nutritious. When you first start out you might be tempted to eat out all the time. You’ll notice two things start to happen when you do this: you run out of money and you…
I’m in a strange place. Both literally and figuratively. I’m traveling with direction, but no destination. The first six months of this journey required that I head south, ahead of the snows that I have known my whole life. I bottomed out in western Arizona, spending a month in Quartzsite and then a month in…
Some days you just feel so far away from everything. As though every moment that comes next takes you further away from who you once were. Life on the road has given me an interesting perspective. I feel like I’m always at the crossroads of missing the places I am leaving, while feeling anxious about…
This morning I find myself sitting at my desk, drinking a hot cup of coffee. I’ve just eaten a mug of oatmeal (mugs are easier to clean and store better) and Penny is looking outside at a golden daybreak. Last night was cold. The coldest it has been for a while on my journey across…
For most of us, trying to find balance in our daily lives is hard enough. Between kids and career, work and recreation, and all the rest we often struggle with burnout or days of feeding our dopamine thirsty lives. Finding a balance between work and life on the road is especially challenging. It’s not as…
Today I started off at the base of Mt. Antero between Buena Vista and Salida. I had a vague idea of where I wanted to go. This lifestyle is a very different way of living than I am used to when I travel normally. Usually I pick a place, or something I want to see…
Damn but I love the smell of maps. That combination of paper, ink, and maybe a little glue. They smell better than books. Maybe that’s because they are endless stories waiting to be told instead of just one that goes in one direction. It’s hard to find a good map anymore. And the maps on…