El Santuario de Atotonilco. This is where Hidalgo led his men after their fight for Independence began. From this church they took a banner of the Virgin of Guadalupe, and fought the Spaniards under this as their flag. The town of Atotonilco is a dusty Mexican town. On Sundays there is … Read More
Detour for Patricia
It’s time to get back to the beach. Our plan was to leave Teotihuacan today and begin heading towards the coast. Hurricane Patricia had other plans. So we headed a bit north and decided to visit San Miguel de Allende again. There are certainly worse things. Hot air balloons filled … Read More
Back to the Bus
That was a lot of travel just to get back to the bus. Probably should have just drove. The bus was just how we left it. I don’t know why we’d ever expect anything different. I don’t think we’ve ever left one of our vehicles/boats that we didn’t come back … Read More
Cousins
We could spend weeks in Seattle and not have enough time to see all our friends. Cruisers and Overlanders alike seem to congregate up here. We did get to spend a few hours with our friends from Drive Nacho. Shacked up, pregnant, but still scheming towards their next adventure. Love … Read More
Seattle Tourists
I’ve said it a million times, but it’s true, that when you live this wandering lifestyle the world gets smaller. Case in point, the other day we got to meet up with our friends from Mali Mish who we last saw in Santa Barbara about a year ago. We also … Read More
Pumpkin Patch
The kids made blueberry muffins with Ali in the morning. The dog got up on the counter when we all left the room and ate the muffins. I shot the dog. We know Halloween is like four weeks away, but that can’t stop us from hitting up the pumpkin patch. Last … Read More
Around Portland
The other day Lowe asked Ouest if she wanted to play photo booth. I’d never heard of this before, but within seconds he was dressing her up in boas and taking her picture. They played this for days, giggling the whole time. The pictures below are theirs, obviously. We’ve been … Read More
Adopted
I was born to a sixteen-year-old girl—she’d turn seventeen in the hospital two days after giving birth. She was smart, pretty, from a decent family that loved their kids, and completely unprepared to be a teen mother. She’d known from the start that she couldn’t keep me. She had managed … Read More
The Portland Routine
Our Portland routine rarely changes very much. We hang out around the house a lot, playing with new toys and digging out old ones. We visit the park across the street daily. We spend time cleaning whatever old vehicle we have around at the time. We hit the ice rink on … Read More
Portland—End of the Road
Two-thousand four-hundred and seventy-five miles down the road from St. Paul, Minnesota, is a little place called Portland, Oregon. When we woke up in Pendleton today everyone was ready to get there and see Grammy. We bombed through the Columbia Gorge to get there. The road trip was excellent. Our … Read More
Lowe’s Lens
The road trip through Lowe’s eyes. Lowe took 450 pictures on the trip. What I realized when going through them was: One, he is shutter happy. Two, he spent a lot of time looking at the back of my head. Three, that three feet off the ground makes for a … Read More