Escape Artists
In 1991 when the Atlantic cod population was commercially fished to near extinction, Noof n’Lnd took the brunt of the collapse. The clusters of Caribbean colored cabins that dotted the rugged coast were abandoned as inhabitants fled to jobs in
Cape St. George is no place for a truck that won’t start. Eric pondered the why without anything obvious coming to mind beyond a bunch of unhelpful coulda woulda shouldas. While there is no sense in looking backwards, it’s so
Eric put Boss in Park behind a long queue of vehicles bound for the Rock. Marine Atlantic’s MV Blue Putees is an enormous ten deck ferry making an eight hour Cabot Strait crossing from the eastern tip of Nova Scotia
The town of Bar Harbor, Maine is one sexy girlfriend. Spooning with Acadia National Park, the cuddled harbor provides anchorage for lobstermen fishing boats, speedy pleasure craft, and touristy sunset dinner boats. Rising up from the waterfront, her streets are
It’s a hump and a half to set up camp. A quarter ton of bedroom, living room, kitchen and bath come out of the truck to be assembled on site; staked for wind and shielded for rain. It’s a double
Eric returned from morning pickleball with the boys. He dumped three sweat soaked T-shirts in the washer as he limped in through the garage. Three shirts was a sure sign that the heat and humidity had returned. His heartbeat was
Overlander forums touted Newfoundland as a top spot for crown land camping (our BLM). We took a 10 hour ferry into Port Aux Basque and navigated the 700 km TransCanada Highway to Newfoundland’s Capital, St. John over 30 days, visiting
It seems that the most interesting feelings on spending thirty days in a tent occur on the first days home. With Boss in the driveway, packed full of soaking wet tent and dirt encrusted gear from our last two nights
The stretch of road on 17 between Davis Mountain and the I-10 entrance in Balmorhea is a fingerling wonderland. Rocks outcroppings shaped like the potatoes, stacked one on top of another, stretching high to the sky and long on the
In the West Texas region, MARFA is the reigning brand ambassador. We’ve been fortunate enough to pass through the area three times, five years ago in Betty, two in Roxie, and now in Trango. Like Air Jordans to basketball, Coca