Ever so often, life hands you a perfect moment. In these moments, I wish I could stop time. Everything around me would freeze and a still silence would blanket me with the promise of something magical. This is how I … Read More
It’s 8:19pm here in Prescott Valley, AZ [stag_intro]Alyssa and I spent all day on the road driving from Albuquerque to Prescott today.[/stag_intro] It was kind of a whirlwind. It feels good to be in a new place for a few … Read More
[stag_intro]Today my official title is Project Dojo Assistant Instructor at Project Dojo Martial Arts School.[/stag_intro] How awesome is that? I’ve always secretly wanted to learn martial arts. Not so much the fighting aspect, but the breathing techniques, the mental aspects, … Read More
Written from Parkview RV Park- Fort Stockton, TX: May 31st, 7:15am Pulling out of Fort Stockton this morning we’re hitting the road to Albuquerque, NM. It’s a 350 mile drive. The longest one we’ve made so far in Franklin (that’s … Read More
Written from mile marker 400, somewhere in west Texas. [stag_intro]Fear is a great reminder of how awesome life is. Today, I let Alyssa drive the RV for the first time. We were both a little terrified, but after she passed … Read More
Beginnings are fun. When you start a job, there’s the promise of rising the ranks and making a name for yourself. On a first date, there’s the tingling sensation that this might be “the one”. When a new born child … Read More
I’m trying to think of the last time I woke up and faced a day feeling prepared, but nothing comes to mind. We’ve spent months preparing. I can draw you a map of our route from memory. I can recite … Read More
In approximately seven days Alyssa and I will pile the remainder of our belongings into our 1994 Leprechaun Coachmen and hit the road. We have a couple computers, video cameras, and one suitcase full of clothes each. 7 months ago … Read More
As I mentioned in my previous post, Heath seriously tried to move to California last summer for the sake of adventure. We both love the weather, the beach, the beauty, but I wasn’t about to let him move 2,000 miles … Read More
I will never meet most of the people I’ve worked with while here at Camp Restore. Phone calls and emails forged bonds between strangers from all over the country. I may talk to Sarah like we’re best friends, but I wouldn’t know … Read More