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
So I’ve been dormant, hibernating and a bit sad the past few months. Running out of money is no fun, and I had to act fast. Took a job in Vail in the photo department where I’m working a daily gig and making a less than living wage. It’s not as awesome as I had sort of envisioned my winter being. Continue reading Winter is Here and it’s Cold!
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
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
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?
I’ve barely stopped to sneeze, let alone jot down thoughts about my travels. For that, dear friends, I am sorry. While I was documenting my adventures through social media channels like Instagram, I don’t know if I was getting in touch with the feeling tone of things. That doesn’t seem accurate. Driving thousands of miles alone in the world, I’ve had plenty of time to … Continue reading Split Heart Pieces