Utah PLOG #1 – Natural Bridges National Monument
Between Moab and Capitol Reef National Park we’ve enjoyed so much this lovely state has to offer, yet we’ve barely…
Candy Land
The color palette of southern Utah’s arid plateau is limited almost entirely to reds, oranges, browns, and beiges. Yes, there’s…
Exploring 509
A stranger approached our remote boondocking campsite, the last one before the gravel road became treacherous. Crunching her way past…
Steady On
Sun breaks over the eastern mesa at 7:47 am. Its spreading glow drips lighter tints down the upjutting crags and…
Utter Silence
One day you find yourself home alone with a chance to enjoy some solitude. No work, no chores, no obligations.…
The Middle of Nowhere
When you turn onto Utah’s Highway 95, just south of Blanding in the state’s southeast corner, the road sign warns:…
We’ve hit the road, with no place to return to.
As committed nomads, we’re traveling light ― bringing just ourselves and our sense of adventure.
There’s a whole continent to see and we’d love for you to join us as we explore it. This isn’t a journey to or from any one place; it’s an experience in discovering how much we can live in the moment, at the moment ― in discovering home, wherever we are.
We hope you’ll come along for the ride.
We were spinning our wheels.
Like nearly everyone you know, over our lifetimes we begrudgingly followed the rules (mostly) and dutifully kept up with the Joneses.
We toiled away for The Man, innovated for jobs and community, stumbled our way through raising our children, rented and then owned our homes, celebrated our successes and tried to learn from our failures. We told ourselves that we knew who we were and that we were blazing our own trail.
Yet the tempo and trappings of our lives spoke differently.
There was nowhere to go …
So, in 2015 we hatched a plan to escape ― to finally break free from what we were “supposed” to do and discover what we were “meant” to do.
It was a daunting task. We had a house full of stuff. We had jobs. We had commitments and anchors securing us to a place and a role we’d been playing for decades. Bit by bit we snipped away at the physical ties and the unspoken tethers of social expectation. We determined to deviate from that plan and to chart a course straight into the unknown.
Rachel quit her hard-won and lucrative corporate career. Glenn wound down his successful writing and consulting business. We sold our beautiful home nestled in the rolling hills of Colorado’s front range. We launched our children to college and beyond.
We downsized and we simplified.
… but everywhere.
Now, with our trusty Jeep towing our modest travel trailer, we will endeavor to explore this continent and ourselves ― giving up our sense of security and giving in to our sense of wanderlust.
We chose to keep our route and our plans as fluid as possible. We will take things slow as we rely on the seasons to guide our latitude, following the temperatures most conducive to our flavor of adventure. We do expect to have to schedule an advance date or two so we can visit a few popular destinations or attend events. Aside from that, however, we are looking forward to letting go of planning everything and seeing where this journey takes us, literally and figuratively.
We are committed to spend at least two years out here, but who knows? It could be much, much longer. This site is a chronicle of our experience and and an open letter to our family and friends.
Won’t you join us?
