Meeting Mainland Mexico
(Jan 10) Departing the ferry in Mazatlán (meaning “place of deer” in the Native Nahuatl tongue), we had almost as much apprehension as when we crossed the US-Mexican border. Despite our growing surety in Baja, this was Sinaloa, after all – listed by the US Government as a state...
Florida
When one of us was a wee lad in Ireland, Florida was an exotic and Pirate-filled land, but now it’s been home for almost half of his life, and most of Karyssa’s. And so it is hard to describe fairly, as making the familiar foreign is a prerequisite for...
Farting Around
Y’all. Listen. There’s a lot still to catch up on. So here’s what’s up. This blog post is gonna hafta be mostly pictures. There might be a rant here and there, but we’ve gotten too far behind to detail everyday since the wedding. Sooo, sorry futures selves for having...
Idaho to Wyoming via Montana
We have to force ourselves to leave Montana, but we’ll be back. The 23rd found us among the wild hills of Lolo NF, camped along the Thompson River a few miles from where it joins the beautiful Clark Fork River, boondocking on the side of very dusty gravel road...
Montana Treasures
We leave Great Falls, shaved and shitted, and make a bee-line to the nearest trailhead on the Continental Divide Trail, which Nick has dreams of thru-hiking. (They are only dreams, as this day would show.) Hwy 200, still part of the L&C Trail, leads us to Flesher Pass where...