Category Archives: Camping

Boredom, Depression, Kentucky, and Tennessee

We’ve been back from Kentucky for a little over four weeks now. And I can’t wait to leave again. I’m not really big on holidays, but Faye loves them. She wanted to be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but driving up and down the country two different times in a month didn’t make much sense to either of us. So the consensus was that we stay home for a while. And by home, I mean with Faye’s parents. Read the rest of this entry


Sendtember at the New

Sendtember has come to a close here at the New River Gorge. And Rocktober has gotten off to a cold, rainy start. We’ve been staying at Roger’s Rocky Top Retreat, or just plain old Roger’s, as most people call it. Roger’s isn’t much of a campground. It’s an open field next to Roger’s house with a port-a-potty, a small token operated shower, a sink to do dishes, and some picnic tables. But that’s not why people stay there. People stay there partly because it’s cheap, but mostly because of Roger. Read the rest of this entry

My New Home is a Park

Michael and me working on the platformI guess that’s not entirely true. I’ve lived in a park over the past month, and on a mountain, and off an old dirt road. It’s probably more accurate to say that my new home is a truck. It’s a 2003 Ford Ranger to be specific. We’ve only owned it for a little more than a month, but we’ve become very close with it. We put a cap on it, and built a platform for our bed. The platform allows us to sleep in the bed while storing most of our gear underneath. It’s sort of a poor man’s RV. Read the rest of this entry

Road trip to the Red

Faye and I returned this past Sunday from our road trip to the Red River Gorge in Kentucky. It gave us our first taste of what life on the road is going to be like. We made the drive down with our friends Tim and Ashley, and it took us about sixteen hours overnight. When we pulled into Miguel’s at 2:00 on Sunday afternoon we were all zombies. Read the rest of this entry

On the road

In July my girlfriend and I will be quitting our jobs, packing everything we need into a truck, and heading out on the road. My family keeps asking me, “What’s your plan? Where are you going to live? What will you do for work?” The simple answer to all of it is, “I don’t know.”  But I guess that’s not entirely true. Read the rest of this entry