Dirty Laundry: Sidetracked
Here I am, six weeks into our Dirty Good odyssey still enamored with the lifestyle but of course, still me.
Here I am, six weeks into our Dirty Good odyssey still enamored with the lifestyle but of course, still me.
I have to try hard not to giggle every time (like right now) Paul disappears into the van, practically into our Kitchen Cubbyhole itself, trying to dig out the small burner, pan, matches, or whatever is currently needed.
The weather in Ketchum was growing worse and worse, with a winter storm warning threatening the next few days. Although we advocate taking the “hard path” and want to be tough guys, the reality is that part of this journey is based on escaping winter because it’s just not comfortable for either of us –…
Today marks thirty-three days of our new, mobile, dirty-good lifestyle. Although we’d been practicing living out of the Beaumont for the better part of July and August in Bend, there was some housesitting mixed in, a job to go to and friends and family to keep up with.
All along California’s Hwy 395 I can see for miles and miles, north and south. To the east and west of the Owens River Valley, however, views are quickly interrupted by the sudden, dramatic peaks of the Eastern Sierra on one side, the Inyo and White Mountains on the other. Each of these ranges also…
Last week I touched on the connection I feel while in the mountains.
Why do we wake up feeling more or less like ourselves some days?
My whole life I have wanted to call myself a writer.
Slow and steady, we made our way up the first climb out of urban hell, through rolling hills dotted with cattle and sunflowers.