Last week, we closed on an antique Victorian house in Farmington, Maine. We’ll arrive there at the end of July, bringing with us those few

Last week, we closed on an antique Victorian house in Farmington, Maine. We’ll arrive there at the end of July, bringing with us those few
We’ve had thirty-three addresses in the last six months. Each pin on the Haven’s Path map is a place we’ve slept in Libbie overnight, and
“We’re just looking for a place to exist in this world,” I said to Carol, the obtuse Utah state forestry agent on the phone. It
What makes a place your home? The phrase “Home is where you hang your hat,” isn’t something I’ve ever given much thought until now. As
Imagine you are a diver planning to jump off a sheer cliff into the ocean surf below. Don’t worry. You’re an experienced diver, celebrated for
We’ve well and truly done it. Rachel and I are living full-time in a house smaller any bedroom either of us has ever had before.
Like Marty McFly’s travels back in time where he encounters youthful versions of his parents, my visit to Goshen, Indiana transported me back to the
Today we concluded the three-day Canadian leg of our adventure. Skirting the southern fringe of Quebec and Ontario before settling into northern Indiana’s Amish country,
… on Farmington, Maine. One Last Chance Today, we spent our last full day in Maine. Tomorrow we cross into Canada as we turn the
We spent four hours on Flagstaff Lake today, paddling five miles across and around it. This was new to us both. Even if not open