Last time I was on this blog, I was living on Treasure Island, Florida. In the middle of 2013, I was offered the opportunity to relocate to Orcas Island, part of the San Juan Island archipelago, and I couldn’t resist. Another dazzling little island to call home. And only a mere 3300 miles away! The hubby and I sold off the furniture and gave away what we couldn’t live without (we’ve gotten really good at the whole minimalist living and moving thing). The stuff we kept we packed into the bed of our 1995 Ford F-150 pick-up truck known as The Beast.
Over the next four weeks, we drove. And camped. And found new places to enjoy burgers and burritos and beers. We also broke down. In Laramie, Wyoming. If you’re going to break down in the middle of nowhere, might I suggest doing it in Laramie. We met some fun-loving people and generally had a blast for a week while we tried to figure out if The Beast would make the trip. The outlook wasn’t good, so we sold her for a fair price and rented a mini-van for the rest of the journey. In Anacortes, the last stop before the San Juan Islands, we bought the sweetest bikes either Greg aka El Agua and I have ever bought. No car? No idea what we’re doing or where we’re going? NO problem. It’s kinda how we roll.
Wanna see how we’ve rolled for the past 18 years? Check out another map below: