Happy holidays from the SoCal beach
It’s our family tradition to celebrate the season in the sand.
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.
We’re now both part of the whole Medicare cohort and pretty darned happy about it!
Ready for an epic journey through history?
As longtime fans of the Seattle Mariners, we’ve been on a giddy ride as they surged to the top of the standings this summer.
Who’s ready for a map session?
Gee, it’s good to be back home again.
Could we make the leap from motorhome to trailer?
Dry Falls doesn’t look like much as you drive along U.S. Highway 2 near Coulee City.
Let’s hear a “woof, woof!” for some of the cutest fur babies to hit the campground this season.
Jaws dropped when Jillian Foster pulled her camper into Spencer Spit State Park for a summer job as a park aide.
How long does it take to feel at home in a place? That’s the million-dollar question.
Three of the most beautiful state parks on the West Coast sit within a few miles of each other at the entrance to Puget Sound.
Back when we were in our 20s living in Spokane, we’d take the occasional backpacking trip.