I’ve finally gotten around to adding video to the site. Just go up to the top of the page and click on the “VIDEO” link. These are all hosted by YouTube and if you have the bandwidth (or patience), please click on the HD button to get high-quality. It’s been a real hoot making the videos.
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To recap the trips we’ve had so far, we’ve compiled slide shows to highlight each trip.
The first collection called American Roadtrip I was assembled not just with the prettiest pictures, but with the lofty goal of providing the viewer with a glimpse of what it’s like to travel from San Diego, up West Coast to Vancouver, B.C. then back down through the Southwest, west at Texas, through the Appalachians and Virginia to the tip of Long Island, up to Maine and back down the East Coast all the way to Miami where we flew to board our sail boat.
The slideshows are Flash-based and will scale to fit the size of your screen. The entire American Roadtrip I show takes 14 minutes with a decent connection.
Check the top of the main page for the “Best of” tab to check for “Tropical Atlantic” and “American Roadtrip II” soon.
Escrow a funny thing. You agree to plunk down hundreds of thousands of dollars you don’t have to buy a house you likely can’t afford and a bunch of people are making tens of thousands of dollars off you and the seller in that magical one- to two-month period called escrow.
This last time, instead of waiting around to get plugged back in the grid, we boogied and checked out the South West all the way to the California coast and back.
There’s a fine line between traveling around the continent in a trailer and living in one, down by the river. For the last month now, we’ve been doing the later.
Just as we were contemplating putting an offer on an out-of-date farmhouse on Shelter Island, N.Y., we did the next logical thing: we got outta Dodge, both figuratively and quite literally. Figuratively, ’cause we decided to do an about face and look in the West for our next project, and literally, ’cause we stopped at (and left, of course) Dodge City, Kansas along the way.
1,2,3.. I admit it, we have no idea where we are going to go next. We’re back on land, the hurricane season having begun again in the tropics, trading dingy rides to beaches for SUV rides with realtors, and drinking rum with random adventurers to drinking rum with relatives.
After buying the new King Ranch twin turbo F350 at a wonderful Ford dealership in Pennsylvania, we drove down to Punta Gorda, Florida and rescued our trailer from a thieving scoundrel that operates as Camper Depot and should be avoided like the black plague. If you’re thinking of buying a Rage’n or any other brand of trailer, stay far away from these people. There was a sheriff and a lawyer involved and possibly a civil suit in the future. But he has to wake up with himself every morning and his pimped out Escalade indicative of too much MTV and stealing.
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The rain fell gently this morning, just enough to cleanse the little town of Celebration, Florida. I set out for a morning coffee at Starbucks, quite an easy feat here, compared to the chaos that surrounds this morning ritual in most towns. As I wind my way through the village to “The Bucks” men with leaf blowers and hoses mark each street corner. They whisk away remnants of the previous evening, Halloween. Off go the candy wrappers, paper cups, bits of glitter and feathers that were separated from elaborate pirate costumes and fancy, prancing princesses. The Pumpkin Patch now sits as a pile of wooden palates, stacked neatly in a corner of the park. The grass is being hosed off to erase any remains of the orange carving material.
Ice, as far as I’m concerned, is the singular mark of civilization. And as I watch the air-conditioner frost the morning windows like we were the coke in a can, I draw the inevitable conclusion that we have returned to society. Hyper-civilization, really, as we have landed in the lovely-and-very well-thought-out-town of Celebration, Florida, master planned by the Disney Corp. and very much like the set of the Truman Show.
After driving for several hundred miles along the East “Coast” I can tell you there isn’t one. It’s a scam. Read the rest of this entry »
When I woke up this morning, the world wasn’t lined up in its regular way for me. It was too early to tell why, but it was a rare moment of clarity that would not only prove me right, but — even more rare — make me wish I wasn’t. No need to jump to the end — no one gets hurt.
On a typical day — and there actually are quite a few of them — I wake up around 7:00 a.m. and wait for either Bayla or Jack to start stirring and wake the other. I don’t really have to worry about Jackie, because she tries to hold on to the sleep thing as long as she possible can — sort of like watching a little kid clutching a liquefying ice cream cone in a smoldering summer parking lot.
Ch-ch-ch-chilly. We are on the east coast now and things are changing. It is really cold today and the leaves are taking on the colors of Fall. Yesterday was a little nippy, but today is down right cold. The fact that we are leaving tomorrow for Connecticut and then Maine – even further north – is a little worrisome. Thankfully we have heating in the trailer.
I’ve become fascinated with vacant buildings. The thought of a developed property not only going unused – but completely abandoned – is downright disturbing.
Hold on tight and here we go…I (Jackie) took the reigns of the 50’(or so) beast as we headed through New Mexico. Don’t look left, don’t look right, just pretend you are driving the truck as you always do. Be careful to maintain your speed so other drivers know what to expect of you and if you find yourself coming up on another vehicle or see cars coming in on an onramp, move over, pass quickly (but not too quickly) and then move back into position in the slow lane and, again, maintain a constant speed.
When I woke up this morning, I promised myself I wouldn’t take anymore pictures today. After thumbing through more than 200 I already took this week of Zion National Park and Kodachrome Basin, I knew there was no point in taking more pictures of eroded rocks. No matter how pretty they were.
Twelve hundred times faster than the average walk, the speed of air travel is so removed from human scale that it shocks the senses. Upon arrival, time doesn’t make sense, accents don’t make sense, even the quality of the air can be shocking.
Canada, oh Canada… I think it goes something like that. Funny thing is, I bet most of you don’t know how either. That pretty much sums up Canada for me.
At 49 feet, our truck-trailer combination puts us in an awkward, teenager-like position on North American roads. We’re as not quite as big as a semi and more than twice the size of a largest passenger car. And then there’s the baggage that comes with R.V.s to contend with.
I love maps. To me, the maps are the future as well as the past all in one gorgeously printed page. Loaded with kinetic energy, they are what has happened countless times and what is about to happen, unrolling the world in front of you as fast or show as you can make your way and explaining how it got to be that way.
Finding a restaurant in a big city is much like sitting in front of a TV with way too many cable channels. You wander around demanding something better around the next corner, too spoiled by the obscene selection to possibly enjoy anything.