This morning, I awoke to the sound of rain on the roof of our home. For a moment, I was back in the van. “Everything’s going to be so wet,” I thought, and absent-mindedly reached for my cell phone to make sure it hadn’t been rained on through the night. And then I remembered—I was in my cozy rowhome in downtown Frederick, Maryland. The rain was outside, and I was inside. The weather no long defines my day, it is simply a backd...

Yesterday, August 31, was D-Day—or “Done Day” as we’ve called it in Madge the Van. After 14 months and 48,917 miles, we crossed the Potomac River into DC. Back to where this madness began 427 days ago.

In embarking on this odyssey, we answered a call from The Road to explore the places and people it connects—to take advantage of this brilliant moment in time when each and every corner of the map is accessible by automobile, but...

Thanks, as always, for following along! Our apologies for the long delays between posts. Each mesmerizing sunset, invigorating hike, and curvy road puts us one moment closer to the end of this summer and the end of this adventure. Thus, “what’s next?” inevitably creeps into our conversations, and we’ve been focusing more time on planning for the future.

But blame also lies with the pinon, sage, juniper, and red rock canyons of...

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Back in early September—back when this maniac adventure was still in its spring—we abruptly changed course, making an about-face turn in the mustard-yellow hills of Southern Montana away from raging forest fires to the north, towards less smoky latitudes in Colorado and Utah. As we turned south, we began to chase the yellowing aspens into autumn.

In the Colorado Rockies we made our acquaintance with fall in the mountains. We br...

I recently had a wonderful conversation with a dear family member who is on the precipice of a new chapter in life, filled with all the perfect elements of a true adventure: beginnings, endings, challenges, and celebrations. After hanging up the phone, I sat for a while, looking out over the Arizona desert. My thoughts swirled in their usual way, images of the past seven months, memories of life before the road, and my own exp...

The wind whips outside, is it starting to snow?

I press my cheek to the windshield, feel the sun’s setting glow

But alas, Christmas Eve in Arizona is quiet, dry, and cold

“Winter in the desert is harsh,” the locals have told

But tonight, I don’t buy it, a cup of mulled wine in my hand

As I look out at the colors dancing across the sand

We think back on the last six months, on this wild ride

With a mix of emotions, we must confide


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