No Fixed Abode

The days were flying by, I’d no idea how we got to May so suddenly. We were getting closer to Mexico City, that big bad place on the...

After a week in the city of San Luis Potosi, we headed off again to the Huasteca region in the eastern part of the state (also named San...

After a loud night of revelry we left Mazatlan on Easter Saturday. It sounded like it would have been more fun growing up in Mexico on...

Mazatlan became home for a month and a half. We had to stop; we hadn’t had a hearth to call our own since August. During our stay, we...

On the road again, this time with a detour on the cards. We had planned to continue down the center of the country till we reached...

In order to continue down the center of the country, we had to drive back the way we came. We stopped to see Joel and Ixchel again and...

Batopilas is one of the Pueblos Magico and is nestled at the bottom of a deep, narrow canyon. Beautiful is the only word to describe it;...

Before we left town, Fred advised us on several routes and points of interest for the next stage of the journey. Our immediate...

We spent 6 days in the city of Chihuahua. It was lovely to stop for such a long time in one place. Each day started with breakfast cooked...

So, this is it. Dress rehearsal over. Today is the beginning of what it’s all about. With the final pack in America done, we were on our...

Before we left Florida we had a final service done to the bike in Holopaw. Then, because Fran was still moaning we were overweight, we...

We were now officially in the south. The side road we took in Virginia was really boring; straight, empty and interrupted only by small...

It was a great 10 days in the Berkshires. We’d made it for the birthday and a week later greeted all for the family reunion. The days...

Before driving into Michigan we spent the night in a very odd border town in Wisconsin. Marinette looked nice on the surface but the...

Time to leave Montana. A strange land of camouflage uniforms, guns next to the coffee maker and the word “Prepper” peppering each...

After 9 glorious days living like real people again, we packed-up and headed out. The drive east showed Washington at its best. Apple...

Fueling on the way out of SLC we had our photo taken again. The guy was so excited by the Ural he kept repeating “Oh boy, you guys are...

Delta, Utah epitomizes all that is lacking in many anonymous American towns. The anticipation on arrival dips deeper into disappointment...

It was the end of the desert heat. We headed north under a stormy sky to Ely, Nevada on Hwy.6. There was a patch of blue on the horizon...

The drive down into the Panamint Valley was glorious. We were melting when we arrived that first evening in Panamint Springs but there is...