In April we did a two-week roadtrip to Oregon for some conventional fun—we stayed in rentals, visited museums, ate at restaurants, visited relatives, walked on the beach. To me it represented a coda for Covid, now that Karen and I are fully vaccinated and we’re all trying to safely emerge
This past May we drove to Utah to meet up with Jon and Sarah and their 6-month old, Mason, for his first ever camping trip. It ended up being a lazy car camping trip, without any of the usual canyoneering adventures. The Holmes’s hit up Muley point again on the
The title pretty much covers the whole point of this post. Once upon a time, I lived in Crested Butte, for two years. I taught high-school science and math at a now non-existent private school, Crested Butte Academy. The first year my salary was $12,000. The second year my salary
Once again, it has taken a long time for me to finally post this trip report. This is a post about a trip we took during the first week of May… Highlights included lots of beautiful campsites, copious fantastic thunderstorms, the boy’s first real slot canyoneering, super remote roadtripping, and
Every time we prepare for a camping trip, I (Karen) find myself amazed and annoyed that I still have not conquered some relatively easy tasks that would make trip-prep a heck of a lot less exhausting. Matt. of course, already has his system and has had it down for years.
No, NOT the infamous “Hooters”! Ha!! While perhaps poorly named, “Hoots” is nevertheless a fantastic indoor play area on the northwest side of Albuquerque, near the Balloon Park. I’ve made a point of stopping here after a long day of running errands in ABQ or doing other parent-directed activities, so
We just completed a surprisingly successful ten-day family roadtrip around southwest Utah. The whole family, all of us jammed in the xterra, camping at 8 different campsites in 10 nights, driving every day but one. It was a lot of driving, but we managed to split it up over the
I have checked it out for you–I have driven across the emptiest stretches of the map, those maximally bereft of gas stations, and I have determined that you can ALWAYS get from one gas station to the next. Just last weekend I traversed the longest empty spot on the map
(written 1/17/22 about a trip 12/30/17) Did I already use this as the title for a blog post? Well, even if so, it bears repeating. Once upon a time I lived in Crested Butte, teaching high school at a a private boarding school for competitive skiers and snowboarders. The teaching