Tropics to Tundra

The passing of time is surreal. Sometimes it just stands still and sometimes it speeds by. We’ve made a conscious decision to chase it while we can. So before we embarked our absurd idea to dip our toes in the

Our F-250 land yacht is readied for a diagonal North American crossing.  Tropics to tundra we’re leaving heat, humidity, comfort and convenience in our wake.  At around 300 miles a clip, we’re moving slow enough to experience festivities around America

When you look down at the ground of the campsite and it is literally a moving carpet of small ants, you know you are in southern Georgia. The gnats invade your ear canal. Fly into your eyes and up your

While the Devil was down in Reed Bingham using gnats and ants to steal souls, an Angel was flying high over Cloudland Canyon State Park in the northern Georgia mountains dropping midnight rain to symbolically cleanse our spirits for our

Is 59 years of age too late to be an aspiring musician? How about 64? In Nashville you are never too old to turn that catchy tune and moving lyrics running around in your head into a hit song. Nashville

Crime is low in campgrounds, but it unfortunately does happen. Early clues were a Chevy dually who would slow down and give a confused stare every time they drove by our minimalistic teardrop setup, or when a suspicious couple entered

Life is a leap of faith. In downtown Sioux Falls, SD, there is an Arc, 285 feet long, hovering 70 feet above the Big Sioux River. On the Arc is an 18 foot gap at the apex, representing the leap

Calling an audible is typically a hero or zero play. You’re ready to run your best offense but something on the other side spooks you. When your spidey senses are high and that pivot works in your favor you’re dictating

Being the escape artists that we are, we left Teddy Roosevelt National Park before Reveille. If there’s one thing that sends us over the edge, it’s a big rig neighbor flying a KC Chiefs flag, running their generator while they

There’s been a lot of rain and wind across Montana this week, especially in East Glacier National Park. But as Dolly Parton says, if you want the rainbow you have to put up with the rain. Now that we are

There is an International Peace Park that spans the borders of Canada and the US designated by a poster in each Visitor Center at Glacier and Waterton Lakes National Parks. There are no magnets, t-shirts, commemorative coins or posters of

The Rocky Mountains stretch from Colorado all the way northwest to Alaska. Some areas, like Aspen and Banff, are meccas for their names, but are essentially part of one contiguous range. Alberta locals know this and have claimed the span

Banff. When you say the name the angels sing. It’s the national treasure of Canada. With 5.2 million tagged posts, it is the most instagrammed, most visited, most symbolic badge of accessible geologic beauty in the country. It has a

After a half hour in the Banff Visitor Center talking to volunteers about how to get to the most coveted selfie destination in the park, we made the choice to boycott Moraine Lake. We’re no strangers to boycotts. If the

The Icefields Parkway connects Banff in the south to Jasper in the north. With a name like ‘Icefields,’ we knew the views would be spectacular. Also, the 144 mile passage continually makes the list of 10 most scenic drives in

We got legs and we know how to use em. Admittedly they might be getting a bit tired, but we’ve got remedies … compression socks, rest stops, stretch-it strap, happy hour, Motrin. Heading west out of Jasper on highway 16,

The mosquitoes told us to pack it up at Boya Lake. The rumbling thunder chimed in with agreement. Haines Junction was nearly 450 miles away. When T@G requested we take a shower sooner rather than later, we packed Boss, put

There are parks like Banff and Zion then there are parks like Great Basin and Kluane (clue-AH-née). Those that are not so difficult to get to and have a high aesthetic/adventure ratio for a range of abilities are those that

Sometimes you wake up with a dead battery. In our case this is not a metaphor. Whoever said the best laid plans often go awry has obviously been to the Yukon. We packed the night before for an early departure.

If there is one timeless characteristic of human psychology it has to be the fear of missing out. Today it has its own acronym, FOMO. When Skookum Jim found marble sized nuggets of gold in Bonanza Creek, ten miles outside

The locals tell us, it’s The North – get used to it. Sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you. We‘re dubbing that, Yukonic! Things happen up here. Things you cannot control. Some days are more beautiful

Clausewitz coined the term “the fog of war” to describe how hard it is for military commanders to make good decisions when they have imperfect and incomplete information. We are trying to navigate the fog of ferry crossings like a

Lyle poked his head in the CLAM just as potato curry was coming off the stove. “Time to go,” our Eagle Plains parking lot partner and retired Dempster road engineer, urged. We woofed down half of the Indian spiced blend,