Midnight Wild Child Gypsy Dreamer: The Middle

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Tuning out the voices was easier than I ever imagined it to be.  I decided…

Charge Up!

It’s time to recharge those batteries. Literally, after a weekend on a mountaintop we need to charge up! We decided to transition from an eastern mountain range to a western mountain range that was just a little bit closer to work so the drive in on Monday morning wouldn’t be as long. That transition takes…

The Motel is Not a Hotel

The Motel is Not a Hotel Only a couple days in to Vanlife and I have fallen ill. We expected that this would eventually happen, but I had no expectation it would happen so soon. Oh curses I say to you! You have failed me, inside and out, body of mine! But alas, it must…

One Eyed Meanie

One Eyed Meanie So far our first Vanlife problem has only been a headlight. We rolled into gas station on our way back from Spokane and found that our headlight was out. A headlight. Sweet, just a headlight. It’s not a real story of heroics or clever spontaneity to get us out of a tight…

First Road Trip

First Road Trip I am a Washingtonian. I love cloudy days, cold rain, and a perpetual temperature of around 75 degrees fahrenheit. The Pacific Northwest is the most beautiful place in the country. I haven’t been to Alaska or Hawaii, but I’ve been pretty much everywhere else. JC and I decided to spend our first…

Beachy Days and Just Short of a Decade

Now that we are almost two months through surgery recovery and lifestyle changes I can report that even though it has gotten easier it has not gotten any less annoying.  I am two months sober from alcohol, tylenol, and several other medications that could have aided in my allergy fest that I had experienced earlier…

First Breakdown

It’s happened. One month in and I’ve used the Roadside Assistance button on my Progressive Auto-Insurance app. Buying a Vanagon that’s older than me was always going to yield breakdowns and stalls. You don’t go into #vanlife thinking that it’s always going to be smooth sailing. I will admit I thought it’d be a little…

Out of Gas

The Vanagon as of this time is unnamed. We haven’t found one that has stuck with us above all others. We’ve made a casual joke that maybe it’s like the Pacific Crest Trail, you get your name once you are out there. JC and I are not mechanical people. I would say we are educated…

Flowered Ink

I am left with a blank as to what I wanted to write to you about.  In a sleep state I woke glimpsing a blurry idea to fill your minds with in the morning, but for hours as I sipped my coffee I struggled with the search of this idea.  Haven’t yet to find it I have…