
A bonfire in my aunt's backyard, my little cousin beside me, and no way to explain what we were about to do. So I didn't try.

Eight years of van life. All 48 continental states. Seven months across Southeast Asia. Written down honestly, the uncomfortable parts included.
22 places we have been in January, over 6 years.
Home was Denver area, Phoenix AZ, then San Diego.
Every place in January17 places we have been in February, over 7 years.
Home was Denver area, Phoenix AZ, then San Diego.
Every place in February20 places we have been in March, over 5 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, then San Diego.
Every place in March21 places we have been in April, over 5 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, then San Diego.
Every place in April21 places we have been in May, over 6 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, then San Diego.
Every place in May12 places we have been in June, over 6 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, then San Diego.
Every place in June19 places we have been in July, over 8 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, then San Diego.
Every place in July62 places we have been in August, over 8 years.
Home was Denver area, Santa Rosa Beach FL, Finger Lakes NY, then San Diego.
Every place in August47 places we have been in September, over 7 years.
Home was Denver area, Finger Lakes NY, then San Diego.
Every place in September32 places we have been in October, over 8 years.
Home was Denver area, Finger Lakes NY, then San Diego.
Every place in October16 places we have been in November, over 3 years.
Home was Denver area, Phoenix AZ, then San Diego.
Every place in November12 places we have been in December, over 4 years.
Home was Denver area, Phoenix AZ, San Diego, then Finger Lakes NY.
Every place in DecemberYour turn Tap the states and countries you have been to and we will draw your map, ready to post.
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Eight years in a van, forty-eight states, seven months across Southeast Asia, and more wrong turns than we can count. Most of them led somewhere better than where we were headed.
We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, headed to Florida, when we realized we were rolling straight into Mardi Gras. A friend from Karlee's St. John days had invited us to crash with him in Louisiana. What he forgot to mention was that we'd be arriving in the middle of the biggest party in the country.
We hadn't planned any of it. But we could stop, so we did.
One night turned into four days: beads flying, music everywhere, an electricity in the air that gets into your chest before you've figured out where you are. We had a local guide, a front row seat, and nowhere else we needed to be.
That's the life we've built. It isn't perfect and it's rarely planned, but it's flexible enough to say yes when something worth saying yes to shows up.
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A bonfire in my aunt's backyard, my little cousin beside me, and no way to explain what we were about to do. So I didn't try.

A landlocked Colorado kid, a lifelong fear of sharks, and the afternoon a shadow in clear water turned out to be exactly what I was afraid of.

When to drive the Pacific coast, read off our own dated photographs: a year living in San Diego, and one long late summer drive north to Washington.

Eight years of van life and we kept saying we would write it down. This is why we waited, and why we finally opened the door.

When to drive the mountain west, read off eight years of our own dated photographs: the Colorado high country May to November, the desert in winter.

When to drive the east, read off eight years of our own dated photographs: the Great Lakes in August, New England in September, Florida January to May.

Forty-nine days from San Diego to Denver the long way: Sequoia, Yosemite, the redwoods, the Oregon coast, Olympic, Rainier and Glacier.

Three weeks north with the inflatable kayaks, a bison that stopped dead in the road, and a fox at Jenny Lake.

Two weeks from the Finger Lakes to the far corner of Maine and back, and the hike up the Beehive that I did not think I would finish.
Planning a drive of your own? The same eight years, read by season: The Pacific Coast by Season · The Mountain West by Season · The East Coast by Season

8 years ago in October
Colorado
The van on gravel, ringed by cottonwoods turned gold
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We started with a simple belief: travel teaches you more about yourself than anything else you can do in this life.
On a dirt road in Utah or a plastic stool in Hanoi, you find out who you actually are, what you actually need, and what you've been carrying that you could have set down a long time ago.
You don't have to cross an ocean or move into a van or leave everything behind. But if you've been standing at the edge of a decision, waiting for the right moment, we want you to know the right moment is rarely what it looks like in your head.
Take what's useful, leave what isn't, and go see for yourself.