SOUTHWEST ROAD TRIP
After breaking-in the Wolf Pup, we hit the road through the Southwest to the California Coast.
After breaking-in the Wolf Pup, we hit the road through the Southwest to the California Coast.
When I left the hemp farm in Oregon in March of 2020, we had to rush down to our cabin in Arkansas and check on things. Our 15-acre homestead in the Ozarks had been on the market for over a year.
We did our best to live in denial. With my jaw out of place it was difficult, but not impossible.
In a dirty, wobbly, smelly, cramped 206 square feet, roaming around from campground to campground having absolutely no idea what lay in store for us in the immediate future.
From Pueblo we pulled the caboose to Durango where we rendezvoused with Nate’s infamous Great Uncle Skipper.
We crossed the eastern border, set up camp, and sped out to Devil’s Tower as a gnarly weather system thundered towards us.
From the cornfields and old farms of Iowa we shot northwest into South Dakota.
For a few brief, luxurious moments we can live in a world that isn’t a runaway clown car of fear.