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Every day is a new day.
It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact.
Then when luck comes you are ready.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
The day we pull out we will go … I don’t know. Somewhere.
It’s not a secret. We just don’t know – don’t want to know. Our first day of full-timing we will hitch up Beauty, crank up The Beast and journey Out There. Maybe I will be driving and Jim will say, “Engage” or maybe Jim will be driving and ask me to say, “Engage” and, of course, trekkie sentiments will honored on our big, first day of Livin’ The Dream…
Our most memorable and idyllic family camping vacations had one rule: no destination, no reservations. The miracle of that travel philosophy is, with decent research under your belt, your chances improve to find yourself in better places at better times.
We’re a team. Jim’s the confident, capable, can-do, no-need-to-overthink-it guy. His motto is: The trail will be our guide and our instruction manual. Preparing for the worst is my job. I focus on stuff like not hitting deer, being devoured by wolves, murdered, kidnapped or burned alive. So far so good. No horror stories.
We’re mostly ready to go. Hit the road. Arrivaderci Roma, Hasta la vista, Baby – but, the YeeHahs are caught in our throats because … real estate. We’ve had challenges in our lives and this one came unexpectedly, like a stubbed toe – makes it hard to focus on everything else in our lives that is going perfectly well. Hopefully, this silliness will be over soon and someone who wants to two fine houses for the price of one just four blocks from the beach in Coronado, California will come forward to reap the substantial benefits it is their good fortune to enjoy.
Until then … we need to regain that breathless sense of adventure and move with our dreams.
So, our thumbs are out. Take us away. Tell the Beaubeaux’s where to geaux!
Put us on your map. Take us Out There where you are now, or someplace you Used to be. Or, if you’re like us and in the Planning stage, do you know some annual event we should attend like The Joshua Tree Music Festival? Have you camped on the Olympic Peninsula and have a favorite area? Will you suggest a hot springs … or two. Please DO! We’d love it!
Where is your Happy Place? If – at this moment – you could be anywhere in the Americas… Where would that be?
Here’s a few of ours:
Just an eight hour drive from San Diego, this destination restaurant in Deming, New Mexico is what Sunday drives are made for. Just go. It’s hard to give directions but trust your GPS even though you will think you’re lost well before you get there. If you have one too many and need to crash in their ample parking lot, their after-hours parking policy for customers is one of cautious generosity: Just, when you arrive, tell Van Jacobson, the owner, who you are and what the hell you’re up to.
2) Someone’s secret natural hot springs near Mammoth Lakes we exploited one luxurious September afternoon in 2014. About a three and a half miles or so off the highway, using three different locals’ directions (all different) we drove past it at least six times. If you haven’t visited these springs and need guidance, just leave a comment and we will respond to you via email. There are many springs all through this valley and we hope to explore again someday.
3) Paddling in the Glorietta and San Diego bays … or, just anywhere. We love to paddle.
Now … Your turn!