Despite a few lows, we’re high on Santa Monica Bay’s coastline
Like so many love stories, this one’s complicated.
Like so many love stories, this one’s complicated.
Sometimes life on the road is easy and thrilling.
At the recent Seattle RV show, a few trailers got our attention for very different reasons.
It’s been six years since we had an address in the Emerald City, but a recent visit felt like the best kind of homecoming.
A weekend in Joshua Tree National Park was chock full of a whole lot of firsts.
Our nomadic journey involves a whole lot of moving on down the road, but there’s one notable exception:
We’ve said it many times, but it bears repeating: Leslie is a confirmed snowbird while Johnny is a ski bunny.
We’ve reached the official middle of winter.
Questions, questions, questions. As mostly full-time RVers, we get an array of queries:
We might be parked in Palm Springs for a healthy chunk of the snowbird season, but that doesn’t mean we’re just chilling by the pool.
Yes, by golly, 2024 just might be the year we get a new ride. Maybe. Possibly. But first, there’s a whole lot of shopping to do.
If you choose the RV life, you’ll never get bored.
It’s our family tradition to celebrate the season in the sand.
The clock was ticking on our days in the desert.
Wandering around the Southwest usually means a stop in Tucson, one of our favorite destinations.
It’s high time we gave a heartfelt shout-out to state parks.
We recently spent a week hiking, biking and snapping Instagram-worthy photos in Sedona, one of our favorite destinations.
We recently spent a little time apart in destinations that couldn’t be more different.
After a few weeks of visiting beautiful, but mostly isolated places in Colorado and New Mexico, we needed a dose of big city time.
After a few weeks of one-night stands, it feels good to hang out for a couple of weeks at one of our favorite places -- Taos, N.M.
Let’s cut right to the chase: The rig is all right.
Our sixth year of wandering around the West hasn’t exactly gone off without a hitch.
John was in an epic bad mood.
As we entered Oregon’s Crater Lake National Park in late September, it felt like we had skipped fall and gone immediately to winter.
One of the daily pleasures of life on the road is sitting down to dinner in an ever-changing landscape.