Posts Written ByLiz

Joshua Tree, CA

Once again we find ourselves in desert. Surrounded by gritty, dry earth, creatures which creep, and prickly plants tempting us to touch them. With all of it’s sorcery, the desert has an ability to suck you in, dry you out, and spit you back out covered in dust and filled with thirst. And that’s just what this new expanse of desert did to us on our first night in her grips; she sucked Dyna in, and after a struggle of some length, she spit her back out- covered in dust.  Yep. For the second stop in a row, we got poor…

Tucson, AZ

We pulled into Tucson, AZ after a 10 hour day of driving. And then, we got stuck. As in, one of our rear drive wheels came off the ground, and since you need both drive wheels touching the ground to move, we weren’t moving. So that wasn’t good. Luckily, we had Bob just a few spaces down to teach us the ways of getting unstuck. These ‘ways’ involve levelers, blocks, and an audience of fellow RVers sitting in lawn chairs watching our debacle. I firmly believe that the audience which predictably forms around any ‘RV idiot moment’ is the most…

Monahans Sandhills, Texas

We stayed 2 nights at Monahans Sandhills State Park. We played in the sand. It was awesome in the kind of way that living on another planet might be awesome. You might not want to stay forever (due to the ability of the sand of this other planet to creep into every nook and cranny of everything, the inconvenience of lack of conveniences, and the possibility of aliens bothering you). After playing in the sand, we quickly figured out that there is literally nothing going on in the town of Monahans (hence, lack of convenience). Well, ok, that’s a little bit…

Fort Worth, TX

I don’t think I ever really got a grip on what people meant when they said things along the lines of ‘the size of Texas’ or ‘Texas sized’ until we started traveling full time. When people say ‘bigger than Texas’, I think they might be exaggerating, because at this point, I’m pretty sure there isn’t much that is ‘bigger than Texas.’ As such, we keep gracing Texas with our presence; this is a post about our time in and around Fort Collins, Texas, which is pretty big into cowboys. And when you’re talking about Texas being big into something, then you’re…

Natchitoches/Kisatchie National Forest, LA

After a few weeks of celebrating Carnival in New Orleans, we needed a little time to cleanse our souls. The gods of boondocking smiled upon us and we stumbled into a wildcamping dream spot in the Kisatchie National Forest just outside of Natchitoches (no, don’t ask me how to say that word) Louisiana.  We spent 2 nights and a day straight chilling in the forest. We walked. We geocached. We watched a horde of ants travel amongst their ant cities. We made pancakes and ate candy. We watched movies and had bonfires. And we weren’t inundated with drunk people. Actually, we didn’t…

New Orleans, LA (& Mardi Gras!)

Mardi Gras. An event that I grew up hearing about, but not really knowing about. In college the student center would give out King Cake for free, and I thought that was pretty cool, so Mardi Gras had to be pretty cool. Because of cake. I love cake.  While we were trucking across Texas, Jake suggested that instead of turning around and heading back towards Cali (we’re running the Big Sur Marathon in late April, so that’s our next ‘destination’) in Houston, we try to make it to Mardi Gras. So we did. Because when you live in a house on wheels…

Baton Rouge, LA

So, we allotted way too little time to Baton Rouge. 4 days was nowhere near enough to taste enough heart attack inducing food, smell the abundant (not always good) smells the Mississippi carries, or (in Dexter’s case) pee on an appropriate number of Cypress trees. We did what we could though (and being that easily accessible public restrooms are not common to this area, Dexter certainly did what he could).  We stayed at a slightly run-down county park which just happened to also be a horse farm (there is no way I would ever plan that!) The hook-ups were not…

Galveston, TX

After a ‘sorta’ month in Houston, we were hoping for a bit of a reprieve from city slicking. We headed to Galveston, TX, just a bit more than an hour south of Houston by car. Or more like 2ish hours by Dyna (life in the slow lane). We got that bit of reprieve. In mid January, the beaches of Galveston are empty of people, free from most litter, and the brown water laps up onto the sorta smelly sand ceaselessly.  We stayed at Galveston Island State Park, first for a week on the ‘bayside’ and then for a few extra days…

Houston, TX

Houston was our ‘home base’ for a month. Although we didn’t spend much of that month in Houston. You see, Houston had the cheapest airport in our 1,000mile vicinity for flying home for Christmas, so, Houston won.  While in Houston for a sorta-month, some pretty big things happened. One of the big things came in a small, energetic, dirt covered package. You’ve guessed correctly; Dexter came to live the RV nomad lifestyle with us (for a while, yet to be determined). Dexter is my 4 year old, truck loving, dirt digging, bug collecting nephew.  The second package came with red hair.…

Ditching Dyna: ‘Home for Christmas’

‘Home.’ It has become a word that needs a footnote in both writing and discussion. ‘Home’ as a location is now transient for us. We call ‘Dyna’ home, but we keep moving her. In this sense, home has been a dusty RV park in Utah. A paved 50x30ft spot crammed between travel trailers in Texas. A plot of BLM land without other human life forms for miles in New Mexico. That form of ‘home’ keeps changing.  We all know ‘home’ as a feeling too; in my heart, I know much of ‘home’ for me is still at ‘home.’ That ‘home’ is Western…