Four weeks ago today we arrived back in my hometown of Lake Havasu City, AZ.  We had spent a month there back in November/December and needed to return to install the trailer parts that didn’t show up in time during our last stay.  It was an excellent excuse to spend some more time with my family and enjoy a little more desert weather before beginning our travels through the Eastern Sierras.  We showed up thinking we’d stay for a week or two and then continue on.  Well, that plan backfired and we ended up spending close to another month living at my dad’s shop.

I’ll back up for a moment and say that I haven’t been inspired to write this post.  In fact, I thought about skipping it altogether.  This post doesn’t have a bunch of pretty pictures.  There are no sunsets, no wild places, no exploration.  I’ve found over the last five months living on the road that you only want to share the highlights but doing so leads to a misconception that full-time travel is nothing but good times.  In reality, it’s not that different than stationery life.  There are highs and lows, good days and bad.  They just come with a different view and a smaller space to work within.

So what have we been up to the last few weeks and why don’t I want to write about it?  We’ve both been sick.  Really, really sick.  Back before we began this lifestyle, getting sick on the road was my biggest fear.  I knew it would be uncomfortable, I knew it would leave me longing for a real home.  Mark woke up not feeling well the day after he pulled our trailer in to my dad’s shop and removed the wheels and brakes in preparation to replace the brakes and install our new shock kit and lift kit.  That project came to a screeching halt and instead Mark holed himself up inside the trailer, inside the shop, for a week.  A week later, anxious to get some sunshine inside the trailer, Mark worked up the motivation to complete the project and get the trailer outside the shop and in to the daylight.

I’m not sure how he did it because he remained pretty ill for another week.  And that’s when I started to come down with the same thing, though I was convinced at the time that it was just a cold… no big deal.  So a few days ago we decided to pack up and get on our way.  Mark was finally starting to come around and I was hopeful that if we moved on maybe my body would follow.  So far, that’s not been the case.  I’m so grateful we had the comforts of my dad’s shop and company of my family the last 3.5 weeks.  Though being sick in a 100 sq. ft. space sucks, being in my hometown made it much easier.  Now that we’re out boondocking and the fear of running out of Kleenex is real and everything covered in dirt on top of being sick is just as sucky as I anticipated, I’m anxious and hopeful that this will all be behind us soon.

I’m sharing this not to complain but to bring a little balance to all the glamour of life on the road.  Social media has a way of making this lifestyle look like it’s nothing but a life of ease and adventure.  And I’m just as guilty of that as the next guy.  But sometimes it sucks and being sick has definitely left me missing the simple comforts of a house.

“This too shall pass” is the current motto around here.  Hopefully we won’t clear the country’s stock of Kleenex before then and fingers crossed the next time you hear from us we’ll be back to our regularly-scheduled exploration.


To my fam, thanks for being awesome.  I’m SO SO GLAD we did our annual photo session BEFORE we got sick!