“Scenic Byway U-279.” I glanced over at the unassuming green road sign intersecting Utah’s stark horizon line underneath an ocean of blue. I had the urge to scoop out the sapphire sky with a spoon and eat it like jello. “Hey, let’s see what’s down that road,” I said to my husband. It was a […]

We walked through the border patrol office, and began our spontaneous crossing from Texas to Mexico. I carried our 4 year old Emilia on my back, and we put our 1 ½ year old Pepper in the baby backpack with Adam, my husband. “It’s really muddy out there,” the officials warned us. But they didn’t […]

We sat on the rim of Dead Horse Canyon. My daughter and I set a timer for 5 minutes, and let the river of deafening silence rush through us. The quiet hush was vast. Almost too profuse to bear witness. I wanted to say something to cut the uncomfortable trance. Resisting the urge to talk […]

We were Utah bound on the Monarch Pass in Salida, Colorado, the sun was low in the quiet dawn. My husband and I, and our two kids sat quietly in our Lexus GX 470, pulling a 20 foot Koala Super Lite Travel Trailer. As we began the aggressively graded ascent on the Monarch Pass, I […]

Yep. I am writing this from a little waterside bar in Isla Mujeres Mexico. A bit of a curve ball, but spontaneity goes well with the sport. We met Nate and Maryam during “happy hour” at the boot key harbor tiki hut. Emilia was playing with her friends with all the bean bags for corn hole […]

We have arrived! From the day that we came into possession of our first boat, the Frog, our vision was to get her (or some other lucky girl) south to clear water. 7 years ago we took a trip to the Florida Keys by car, and stayed at a cheap-as-hell air b and b in […]

My how time flies when- You thought I was going to say: “when you’re having fun” didn’t you? Well, in reality it flies when you have kids. With kids, time soars like an eagle. I literally can’t believe it’s been over a month since we started this journey.  I was going to title this post […]

After months of meticulous planning and unraveling of events we planned and unplanned and planned again, and finally headed south. No matter how we dice it, the only thing we really have control over is our direction. And as beautiful as Maine must be in the winter; I choose south. My ideal picture of how […]