Nine weeks into our adventure, Lucy and I rolled into Durango, Colorado with Big Bertha running strong and our confidence at an all-time high. We’d survived Montana, Arizona, Utah, and a mud pit outside Moab thanks to Jenny and Pate. We were unstoppable. “Don’t get cocky,” Lucy said, reading my mind. “I’m not cocky. I’m … Read more
Five weeks into our grand adventure, Lucy and I had survived a roof leak in Montana and a dust storm in Arizona. We were invincible at this point. Untouchable. Nothing could stop us. We were headed from Zion National Park to Bryce Canyon—only about 90 miles, which should’ve taken maybe two hours. Easy day. The … Read more
Three weeks after the Devil’s Canyon roof incident, Lucy and I were feeling confident. We’d fixed a leak ourselves, survived multiple thunderstorms, and even managed to not get divorced while backing Big Bertha into increasingly tight campground spots. We were RV experts now. We rolled into Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument in southern Arizona on … Read more
