There is a border crossing into Mexico in Big Bend National Park in Texas. It isn’t likely to make the news when the headlines of the day are about the border. Yet, if one is seeking something on the more positive side, they need look no further than Boquillas Crossing.

Around campfires deep in the woods of Michigan, the locals tell a cautionary tale about an unsuspecting couple’s first trip to the Upper Peninsula. It goes something like this.

We knew we were going to a place of serene beauty. We were thrilled to also find a place of deep history.

On a recent trip, we stopped for the night in Casey, Illinois, which is right by I70. We camped in the town’s park, which was wonderful. Casey bills itself as holding the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest pitchfork, rocking chair, golf tee, mailbox… well you get the idea. Any stop in this picturesque farming community would surely include a look-see at a few of these super-sized items. Alas, we didn’t stop to experience any. Not even a curious drive by to view the over-sized Dutch wooden shoes. We had come down with a rather unpleasant condition and the clock was ticking.

We headed to the beaches of Florida on our last trip. The sand must have clogged up our writing gears because we came home with nothing much to record. That must have been when Bob started obsessing over the news of the day. Rarely a good thing.

There are a number of things that would cause us to drive somewhere way off the beaten path. On one particular day it was a bakery that beckoned us.

The joy of travel: It’s not just about the excitement of arrival. It’s also about the relief of departure.

Whether it’s hiking a trail to see a majestic redwood or listening to someone answer the question we pose, each path is worth taking.

Visiting a national park soon? When you go, be sure to thank the park rangers for all they do.

Our blog takes a slight detour this month with a post talking about Covid.

The megadrought the western United States is in dates back to the year 2000. We’re witnessing the effects of it more and more in our travels.

We know a contender when we see one.

We started out simply being amazed at the fast changing weather along our scenic route home. Then we began to wonder, maybe Mark was right all along. Or was it Will?

West is such a simple word. Four letters, one syllable. And yet, it has a hard-to-define energy that dwarfs its brief length.

Seventy is a quantity you may not be in a hurry to reach. But when living on the road, this number is divine.

Julia had never been to New York City. The last time Bob had visited the city was in 2000. This current trip of 4 days maybe needed to be 4 weeks. To paraphrase George Washington as he was fleeing the British across Manhattan Island, “We’ll be back when we can stay longer.”

Some words and ideas never seem to feel dated. They are as relevant and essential today as they were generations ago. Immigrants, young and old, tell us this.

Would a road through a landscape more tame make our journey complete?

It’s not just what we see that captures us, but also what we hear. And as you can tell, we like to camp with the sounds of the outdoors: on people’s farms, mostly near water… and sometimes right by the railroad tracks. Hear for yourself.

You don’t have to drive half-way across the country before tiring of the billboards along the highways. We have the solution to this problem.