Tag: van life
Life living in a van
April was all about getting ready to travel north – to Alaska! Our first task was to sell El Burro. Things between Greg and I went really well during our two months in Mexico so while we were there we…
From the southern tip of Baja California Sur to Tucson, Arizona, we traveled over 1550 miles in March. We traversed long bumpy dirt roads, super-narrow highways, and lovely wide expensive toll roads. We dodged potholes and kept our distance…
February 18 – 28, 2022. Welcome to the second half of the February 2022 Nomad Report. Currently, we are back in La Paz at a nice campground with hot showers after having made a loop around the southern tip of…
February 13 – 16 We spent four days in La Paz. It is the capital city of Baja California Sur and as far as cities in Baja go, relatively big. It has a lovely malecón that stretches 5.5 km along…
February 1 – 17, 2022. Welcome to the February Nomad Report. This is our monthly wrapup of where we’ve been, where we’re going, what we’ve been spending money on, and where we’ve camped. February’s Report will be divided into two…
On the road again! We finally started heading north after the first week in June. Our journey out of the south might have started way sooner but we wanted one more week in Cabbagetown (which still wasn’t really enough to…
There were three police cars. As van dwellers, we are used to interactions with the police. But the last place we want to encounter the authorities is at a friend’s house where we are staying. As I mentioned before, our…
April didn’t go as planned. We came to Florida (our state of residency) in March to have physicals (which we hadn’t had in over three years). I figured it would take a couple of weeks to meet with our primary…
We were still at Greg’s parents’ house during the first part of March. Since we were on the east coast and hadn’t had physicals in a while I made some appointments with the last doctor we saw (over three years…
On January 1, 2020, Greg and I woke up in a cold practically featureless field in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. New Year’s Eve had been spent doing the usual, supper eaten on top of the fridge/dinner table, reading ebooks…
