Week 10 – The Home Stretch

Much like the noiseless incursion that brought gradual but devastating deflation to our back right tyre last Wednesday, the arrival of Week 10 was both unwanted and unexpected. Unexpected – though admittedly a foreseeable successor to Week 9 – because by the time of Week 10, 60 days of vanlife had begun to take theirContinue reading “Week 10 – The Home Stretch”

Week 9 – Back to coast life, back to reality(?)

When, in 5th century BC, Greek philosopher Heraclitus of Ephesus wrote that the only constant in life is change, he must have been thinking of van life. For it is the unpredictability and immediacy of this trip that defines it – part of the thrill but also of the hassle, as I’ve mentioned in previousContinue reading “Week 9 – Back to coast life, back to reality(?)”

Week 5 – National Park Week

When posterity undergoes the enviable task of analysing and categorising this trip for reasons of historical import, week 5 will surely be recognised as National Park Week. Less gory than Shark Week but equally rousing, the past seven days or so have been a melee of visitor centres, soiled maps, and blood-thirsty sightseers. Utah’s CapitolContinue reading “Week 5 – National Park Week”

Week 4 – The Colorado Plateau

It’s week 4, and the van is eating miles like a famished whale. Each passing day, new and varied landscapes are thrust upwards from the curve of the earth as we wind our way down through the southwestern US. Two days in Grand Teton NP satisfied our thirst for mountain air in measures never anticipated.Continue reading “Week 4 – The Colorado Plateau”

Week 3 – Yellowstone National Park

Like a butterfly from its chrysalis, week 3 emerged from the crusty remains of week 2 to bask in mid-May’s glorious offerings. There’s now a whiff of summer to this American spring; the sun leaves its mark more readily on our flesh, and the days are drawn out as if coaxed from both ends byContinue reading “Week 3 – Yellowstone National Park”

Week 2 – Corps of Discovery

‘As one door closes, another opens’, Alexander Graham Bell once sagely wrote. And so it was with time’s inexorable influence upon our trip, specifically the seamless transition from the closed door of week 1 to the endless possibility presented by week 2. As blackbirds in the morning air, Finbar and I ushered in week 2Continue reading “Week 2 – Corps of Discovery”