Two nights ago, I thought I had found the ultimate landing spot. I had read about the beauty of Cannon Beach, and decided to see it for myself. Upon arrival to town, I discovered a sweet residential street to pull over and park by one of the beach’s side entrances. As I walked over the dune, I gasped at the beauty of this incredible spot. … Continue reading Cannon Beach to Pacific City
A year ago, I purchased this van in Colorado Springs. It was Scoob’s first birthday. It was the beckoning of spring. It was the end of snowboard season. After spending months selling off belongings, preparing for the unknown and saving up for down payment, this van was becoming mine. Continue reading Happy Vanniversary from QuarVANtine
When I got the van last spring, I envisioned so many nights like this. I am currently camping at Grand Basin National Park in Nevada. It’s my first night camped out in nature in a long, long time. This morning, I woke up in Fruita, Colorado, where I’d been camping out for five days. In an effort to make sure I was ready for travel, I decided to stay in CO state until I knew I had a clean bill of health. Continue reading So many stars!
I immediately recognized the tiara, it was mine. As was the veil. For almost twenty years, I’ve hung onto them along with my wedding dress. My fabulous Holly Harp dress sold for $38 this summer at Rebel Supply Co. in Asbury Park, NJ. I”ve unloadeda. lot fo stuff the past few years, the major dump in 2017 when I moved to CO, and then the epic latest purge this past spring when I was preparing to take off in the Mystery Machine. Continue reading Something Old, Something New
As my journey continues north along the coast of Maine, it is clear that the dichotomy of things happening in my life open up a host of storylines in each day. I’m not just on the road driving, there is a whole life happening far far away that is tethered to me. My journey is not free from distraction, or life’s complications. This trip was … Continue reading Carbonated Bubbles in my Brain
The northern east coast is rocky, rough, curvy and unpredictable. Some beaches are rock formations and some have sand littered with bits of brown seaweed. The smell of the ocean is saltier up north, and there is a consistent fishy smell I can’t quite place but keep experiencing as we travel north. Scoob had a good run this morning without a leash on a deserted … Continue reading Step Back, the Universe Will Spell it Out
Sitting in the rig, it’s almost midnight and the rain storms are beating down. The relentless raindrops, thrust themselves onto the roof, the windows, the sides of the van. The winds are strong, and every few minutes, the whole van shakes as though the ground beneath it is made of rubber. The lovely Salem bay is now rough, with waves crashing reminiscent of strong ocean current filled booms. It’s a New England storm, and we’re in the thick of it tonight. Continue reading Relentless
Howdy from a coffee shop in Asbury Park, NJ. This is my happy place, and stoked to be back after four months out there on the road. While I don’t have a “home” per say, this is a homey as a van girl can feel. Well, this van girl. I’ve been coming here to this area for vacays for years… and so thrilled to be … Continue reading Am I Scared?
Yes, I’m smiling most of the time. Travel heals and makes me happy. I find pleasure in the adventure and unknown. As a chatty gal, I have no problem making a new friend or striking up a conversation. I love being out on the road, and exploring new places.
But depression is wicked, cunning… Continue reading Tough Day
Oftentimes, as I travel through new lands, people want to recommend campgrounds where I should stay. While very kind, the truth is, I’ve grown to dislike regular campgrounds. It’s not just the cost, but the crowds tend to annoy me. As I grew to fall in love with solo camping, the part I cherish the most is the solitude. It’s sort of annoying, yet also … Continue reading Beauty of Boondocking