Life moves quickly when you’re on the road. Once you get the hang of it, it’s as if a great pair of invisible wings has spread behind your back, lifting the heart, easing your stumbles. It’s exciting. You begin to live on “road-time”… Read more... [+]

I’ve always fancied myself a landlocked sailor of sorts. I spent my inland childhood pining for the waves of Cape Cod I discovered there on family vacations, delighting in the memories of swimming under waves, the smells of the beach, and the grit of sand... [+]

We’ve been a pretty lucky bunch over the past month – meeting exceptional people, taking in beautiful scenery and sharing our passions with an audience of people that has far-exceeded our expectations, both in number and in support. Two amazing online publications, iWend and elephantjournal.com,... [+]

Pulling into San Francisco, it was hard to know whether the anticipation we felt in our bellies was the good, butterfly sort or the bad, knotted-up and twisty variety. On the one hand, the city was exciting and new and beaming with culture and life... [+]

I had this dream the other night about buying a Volkswagen Westfalia. We’ve seen lots of Westys on this trip and I’ve slowly started to long for one of my own – I’m now in the throes of a most unexpected vehicular crush… Read more... [+]

Despite an unexpected stay-over in a hot Oakhurst parking lot, we made it to Yosemite National Park. Some friends we had met in King’s Canyon had set up camp in Tuolumne Meadows, and were smiling huge when we pulled up. They pointed to a neighboring... [+]

It’s pretty astonishing how quickly things can go from bad to worse and back again when you’re traveling. You really are vulnerable out there on the black pavement, subject to bad weather, mechanical malfunction and that bizarre asphalt-zombie feeling you get behind your eyes… Read... [+]

After dipping our toes in the big blue ocean, we were off to King’s Canyon National Park. We met up with Patrick Rizzo, a wholehearted nature lover who is currently working for the National Parks Service. He lives in King’s Canyon in a little cabin... [+]

There’s a feeling I used to have on the road sometimes, whether I was traveling an hour or ten, alone or with friends. Every time I got out of the car, after every gas station or rest stop, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I... [+]

Of all the beautiful places we were hoping to see, the promise of the Pacific Ocean was the most exciting. We were all half-mad from the anticipation of it. Allie kept threatening to walk straight in and disappear. Around every curve I could see it,... [+]