Sunrise and gas in the Utah desert

My feet are itching, the road is calling. It's time for me to bid farewell to Lou and Forrest for a while. I was originally going east...

I met journalist Jessica Bruder three years ago at the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous —a gathering of full- and part-time nomads that has grown fr...

I've written before about my on-again-off-again desire for a drone . Well it's still off.

Things look much more complete now that nearly all the cabinet doors have been installed in Forrest's camper project. "Wait,...

Place your bets. Which do you think would win a sword fight between an antelope and a deer? Between a coyote and a bobcat? Oh. Not that ki...

Sunlight reflecting off this trailer fender looks like reptilian skin. Hissssssssss.

I was raised in the land of paved streets, sidewalks, streetlights and well-tended yards. Except for a handful of years in the heart of San ...

Forrest has started running wires for the 12-volt system. Lights, USB ports, etc.  I imagine the wires will be tidied up before they'r...

The big white space I created on the sliding door about a month ago has been crying out for some kind of decoration. So... I think ...

Marble, Colorado, is a tiny town on the Crystal River, west-southwest over several mountains from Aspen and northwest over several mount...

I don’t have running water in the Rolling Steel Tent. I never planned on having it. It’s not necessary for the way I’m living. From my poi...

I'm not an extreme minimalist, not a radical who believes it's evil to own anything more than the clothes on one's back and a ...

The movie "This Might Get Loud" starts with guitarist Jack White turning a chunk of two-by-four and some nails into a one strin...

An awesome Iveco-based 4x4 adventure van limped into Forrest's shop with a steering problem. Its owners, Dana and Stéphane of France,...