Life is a Highway

 

The beauty of America is never lost on us. We’ve always loved camping and hiking and exploring whatever corners of this country we could get ourselves for a day or two. But whenever we had time for a longer vacation, we always went overseas - I think we just wanted to get as far away from our real lives as possible. In the back of our minds, though, we’ve always remembered the hidden gems back home, and how much of it we have left unexplored. So now, with more time on our hands than we’ve ever had before, we decided to see America right. We figured the best way to do that would be by road - a good old fashioned American road trip.

We started in Colorado, flying over the flat midwestern prairie we’ve seen so much of over the years being native Michiganders. Our plan is to drive from Denver down to Los Angeles, then back up to Seattle, winding through and stopping at as many National Parks, major cities, and roadside attractions as time (and our tired legs) will allow. The first thing we did was pick up our ride/lodging for the next nineteen days - this beauty - a strikingly painted, fully-equipped, 2011 Ford E-150. His name is Pablo.

 
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We caught the camper van bug a few months ago, when we spent five nights in Maui living out of a rickety 1989 Volkswagen Westfalia named Bastian. I fell in love with the freedom it allows you - day by day, choose where you want to go, what you want to do, which city you want to fall asleep in (not to mention it’s pretty economical when your rental car doubles as your house). Bastian was in pretty rough shape, and while we loved his retro charm, we were thankful to get a bit of an upgrade for this trip. Exhausted from the past couple nights sleeping on the floor of an empty apartment, we didn’t have the energy to do much besides drive ourselves out to the campsite, picking up some essentials for evening along the way - food, water, and a couple six packs.

With all our kitchen utensils either packed away or sold, our meals the past few days have consisted almost exclusively of leftover wedding cake. It was nice to do some cooking again, even if it was just over a couple camp burners out the back of the van. We cracked a few beers, the nicest Park Ranger we ever met reminded us that no glass was allowed in the campsite, so we sipped them out of plastic cups as we watched the sun set. It had been a long day.

 
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We’re headed to bed early, unfortunately we won’t see much of Denver as we’ve got to be in Moab tomorrow by five. Good thing is the weed’s legal here, and we picked up enough to knock you back into a coma just by looking at it. They say between every two pines is a doorway to another planet, and man we’re feeling out of this world.