Y'all. When I pulled into the parking spot I was so exhausted and happy. I did it! I drove a 1970's Airstream I had just purchased home! I look stunningly similar to a half drowned person, here. Forgive the hair. I'd been rained and hailed on for days. We had to remove a weed tree and a few branches, and a fence to get her into her spot. But you can't park an 33 foot RV on the public streets some law or something says. Now the real work begins. I clean her, I scrubbed and scr

Thank your local Herbalist!

It got done and we were off! We drove west, west is the opposite direction we needed to go. We then headed east. Where is San Antonio? Why did we give up paper maps? PHONES DON'T WORK HERE. Where are all the people? There are just Javelina's and deserted gas stations here. It's actually really beautiful. I couldn't go above 50. From west Texas headed east is mountains and desert, and mountains and desert, and more mountains and desert. I start to think "I'm just going to live

I've been working on this idea my whole life. Maybe it isn't an idea. Maybe it's reliving. Maybe I am one of those few, fortunate and far between people who know their goal. My Gramma Birdie grew up with caravaners, her parents were tinkerers traveling and living in a wagon pulled by a donkey, he fixed household goods like pots and pans, sharpened knives, stuff like that, she did everything else. When I was about 5, friends of my parents came and visited our group. Their fam