It’s kind of impossible to fathom that this weekend is Memorial Day. Months of pandumbic following a pretty icky winter melded together and stole the presence of seasons flowing from winter, to spring and now summer. As we continue to experience a global trauma in unison, I am often pulling myself out of my own head to look at bigger picture problems. While I certainly … Continue reading The Beautiful Ability to Choose Happy
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
After spending five weeks with friends in Port Angeles, it’s time to shove off and on to the next spot. Currently, I’m in eastern Oregon looking at maps, thinking about quarantine orders and trying to decide where to turn. I was hoping to go to Minneapolis to see my kiddo, but sadly, extenuating circumstances continue to loom. I miss him, and want to get there … Continue reading Which way do I go?
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
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 sey, 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?
Traveling using intuition over a map can be quite exhilarating, as many times a map doesn’t tell you everything you are hoping to find when you make a pit stop on the journey. Crossing the boarder into the US was anticlimactic. I didn’t take a boat, wait on a line or drive through transformative scenery. Down a narrow road, I arrived at a small customs stop where I was asked a few questions and waved through. The officer didn’t even ask to see my pet’s papers. Continue reading Private Idaho
When I started driving, the more I pushed myself, the further I was getting from a home base. I find myself feeling that anxious feeling of …. will I be able to get back home? It is a feeling of wanting to be tethered to safety and what is familiar. The truth is, I am a far ways away from anything I know or would call home. Continue reading Tahsis
The sun was setting as we got to the Oregon coast. After booking hard for eleven hours, we had made ‘it’ to the edge of the country again. I could smell sea air. It was humid and salty, yet musty from the earthen forests still surrounding us. Continue reading Oregon Coast
Welp, I made it Wyoming. The entrance into the state was rather subtle. I started noticing businesses with signage that had Wyoming addresses and it occurred to me, I must have crossed into the state. Taking backroads is a tremendous treat. I tried video taping my journey, but how can I capture the amazing beauty of this part of the country with a phone shooting … Continue reading Why Oh Me Day! ing
Tonight, as I walked home along the coast, sucking in the delicious seaside air I noticed a number of #vanlife vans around town. Parked near where I had dinner, along the shoreline and two parked in Ocean Grove just on the other side of the old Asbury Park Casino. In front of one of the rigs, two men were talking with large Starbucks cups in hand. I couldn’t help but slow down, to attempt to glimpse inside the dimly lit dodge, a Continue reading Donny and Beewee
Like Water for Brisket 