Earlier this week Kelly and I hit a milestone of sorts – 2 years living as full-time nomads with no permanent bricks & sticks home. Amazingly, we have been wandering for more than 730 days and along the way, have met so many wonderful people.
Thank you to everyone who has made this journey of ours so special.
Photo credit @gm3sm
For the past 10 days we’ve been based in southwest Utah, near the town of Hurricane. In all honestly, not too much is happening that is not part of our normal routine, but we’ve managed to catch-up with a handful of fellow full-time travelers, some of whom have joined us here on the mesa.
We really like this part of the southwest. The area has a good vibe and is quickly grabbing hold of Kelly and me. And, coupled with a need to catch-up on some business travel from a conveniently located airport, I think we will stay here for another month, possibly longer.
In the process, we hope to visit Zion National Park at least once and I definitely plan to get in more time riding the world class mountain biking trails littering the area.
photo credit @gm3
Ahh … back to the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It’s been a long time coming.
Having returned her long term rental car after work, Kelly arrived to the trailer Friday night signifying that our visit to Half Moon Bay was over. Seven weeks after we arrived, we were finally free to resume what has become to us a ‘normal’ way of life. With urgency that cannot be explained, later that evening we finally got the hell out of the Bay Area, and in the process began what will be a realignment to our previously planned 2017 travel route.
We didn’t get too far that night – 90 minutes of driving was all. But symbolically we made huge strides. Once again we were mobile. All that mattered as we pulled into a Camping World parking lot for the night was that we were moving towards greener pastures – no more RV park, no more daily commutes into the office, no anchor keeping us stationary.
Our destination was the town of Lone Pine, a sleepy little community nestled into the bosom of the southern Sierra Nevada mountains. As we awoke Saturday morning 400 miles lie between where we were and where we wanted to be. Covering that amount of distance in a single day has become nearly unfathomable for us, however in this case, the push seemed like a fair trade off considering the raw beauty that awaited us.
As you can see in the picture above, we’ve done just fine for ourselves. Our BLM boondocking spot provides us with all we could ask for, especially when considering the cost is free. We’ll sit here for a week, then hopefully sync up with a few friends further east. Until then, this is location will be a fantastic place to call home.