I’m sure it’s not top-of-mind for paleontologists, but they owe Hollywood a big hug. For decades, creepy old dinosaur bones were hidden away in musty museum basements, but blockbuster movies like Jurassic Park changed all that.
Let’s face it, America is a big place, and a cross-country road trip is a labor of love.
Terri and I are avid campers and have been since our university days. We’ve camped from coast to coast and border to border. Before we got our tiny popup last summer, we were tent campers.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” — Henry David Thoreau
One of the fun things about blogging is never knowing where a post will lead. We call it the “box-of-chocolates effect.”
I’ve never met any serious camper who didn’t comment on how much better food tastes when it’s cooked outdoors. From a weekend family outing to a week-long backpacking trip, food cooked over a fire just tastes better.
For the past month, we’ve been living exclusively outdoors and sleeping on a magic carpet. At least that’s how it felt.