Eleven weeks into our trip, Lucy and I made what seemed like a simple decision: let’s swing through Louisiana on our way to the Gulf Coast. New Orleans, Baton Rouge, some good food, different scenery. Easy. “Turn right in 500 feet,” the GPS announced. I turned right onto a road that immediately felt wrong. The … Read more
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
Seven weeks into our trip, Lucy and I had conquered a roof leak, a dust storm, and a tire blowout. We were seasoned veterans now. Road warriors. Nothing could— “Don’t say it,” Lucy interrupted. “Every time you get confident, something breaks.” She had a point. We were headed to Moab, Utah, which every RV forum … Read more
