Mexico keeps getting better. With every new destination and experience, we fall more deeply in love with this country. When we first crossed the border in Baja, we figured we would spend a couple of months getting to the bottom of Mexico. Now it is looking like we will be lucky to make it out before our six-month tourist permit runs out! Chiapas, the southernmost state in Mexico, is full of beautiful sights and we could probably have spent our whole six months in this one state if we wanted to visit each one. Instead, we just had a really spectacular two weeks.
Puerto Escondido and Beyond
The beach was calling our names. We could hear it loud and clear. We just had to get there. I may have mentioned that we are not the best at getting an early start on our big driving days. This was no different. Lucky for us there are plenty of nice places to stay along the road between the city of Oaxaca and the coast.
Veracruz to Oaxaca
Scott and I had been bouncing around Mexico like a pinball for a while. We were enjoying ourselves but looking forward to when the pinball that is us bounces off the beach again. We hit that beach in a tiny town called Las Casitas. It is located on the Gulf of Mexico just a smidge north of the city of Veracruz.
Teotihuacán to Tajín
As we continued our exploration of Mexico our next desire was to visit the ruins of Teotihuacán outside of Mexico City. We were trying to escape the weekend crowds at the Grutas Tolentango, where we had been camped out for a couple of days. Unfortunately, the crowds were unavoidable. On Sundays, the site is free to Mexican citizens. This means that Sundays are incredibly busy. If we had driven down to visit the ruins we would have arrived just in time for the busiest day of the week. Mondays are no good either. They are closed on Mondays. That left us with no choice but to kill some time before heading down to the ruins.
Concrete Jungle to a Lazy River
A trip of this scale is not easy. It challenges me daily. Scott and I are a study in intimacy, tolerance, and growth these days. I have been forced to let go of the iron fist of control over my life. Or at least loosen my grip a bit. As humans, we are, by nature, selfish creatures. Even those of us who would be described as having generous dispositions have their limits. We like it when things go our way. When two people live in close quarters (like a truck) they rub up against each other a lot. And not always in a good way. We both like to have our way. The biggest fight we have had on this trip was Continue reading “Concrete Jungle to a Lazy River”
Northern Southern Baja
This road trip is going to involve many border crossings. More than I am able to count at this point since our route will be evolving as we head south. For the time being though, all of our borders will be Mexican state borders. Continue reading “Northern Southern Baja”
On the Road Again -Northern California through the North of Baja California
We spent two weeks in Chico taking our time re-tooling The Joan and fortifying ourselves for the long southern leg of our journey. We camped out in the backyard of our house enjoying the company of friends and soaking up the final days of California summer. Continue reading “On the Road Again -Northern California through the North of Baja California”
Canyons and Comfort
Finally, we have begun our reentry into polite society. After 92 days on the road, we have landed in the welcoming embrace of Scott’s Auntie Jo and Uncle Dennis in Park City, Utah. For a time, we can go to sleep without deploying our tent, run an errand in the truck without packing up the tent, drink a cup of coffee without setting up our kitchen, and answer natures call without Continue reading “Canyons and Comfort”
Parks and Pints
I spent one summer of my early 20’s working as a waitress in Yellowstone National Park. It was there that I learned about how most of the world experiences our national parks. From a car. Yellowstone covers a huge area and the majority of it is devoid of tourists. Rumor has it that Continue reading “Parks and Pints”
So We Bought a Mini-Motorhome….
When I was nineteen, or maybe I was twenty, I went in halvsies with my best friend Vanessa on a 1972, or maybe it was ’73, Toyota Chinook. It was waiting for us with a For Sale sign in the window on the side of a dusty road, or maybe it was a paved road, in a small town near Sacramento. Continue reading “So We Bought a Mini-Motorhome….”