But I Looked There Three Times! Snow was in the forecast. Big snow. Record-breaking snow. And I wanted to be prepared with my best ski jacket, a light purple number with a matching fleece inner jacket. But that jacket was in storage, not in the RV. Organized Storage (NOT) Last fall we packed up our house in Alabama, preparing to move into our fifth wheel. With plenty of moving experience under our belts, you might have thought by now I’d have a foolproof system to keep track

I Was Just Trying to Make Things Interesting If you know Roger, you know he likes to label himself “The Resource.” And he has the t-shirt to prove it. The t-shirt he gave me? It says, “I never question Roger’s choices because I’m one of them.” And that's a perfect introduction to share what I learned about faith and trust in the episode below. It Was Just a Joke—Wasn’t It? Back in 2022 as we drove away from our beloved Southern California mountain cabin, headed for 15 months

How Could We Not Notice? The first time it happened, we brainstormed how to keep it from happening again. To no avail. We were camping in Louisiana, the same place we had power issues (read about it here: https://www.juliergreenwalt.com/post/the-pop-we-didn-t-want-to-hear ) . Rain was pouring down as we ran to the truck and jumped in. About eight or ten miles down the road, we pulled into a Walgreens parking lot to pick up a prescription. But who was this guy and what was he

Up Close, But Not TOO Personal I so wanted to see an alligator up close. Well, maybe not THAT close. And maybe an alligator-proof barrier between me and the gator would be a good idea. Early December provided surprisingly great weather for biking, walking, and hopefully reptile sightings at Sam Houston Jones State Park in Lake Charles, Louisiana. But with the cool nights already upon us, was it too late in the season to spot a gator swimming or sunning in the swamp? The park

...with a Christmas Message from Us “Roger, he’s telling us something is wrong!” “No, no, he just likes my boat,” Roger responded confidently. “No, he’s saying we need to pull over. Take the next exit,” I insisted. And good thing Roger gave in—this time. As we slowed on the off ramp, a wheel from our boat trailer passed us and turned the corner. “Wow, God, look what happened to your boat trailer,” Roger quipped. Our anticipated sailing day was over before it started. Instead

Decision Fatigue is Real. And Probably Emotional. Maybe you’ve been through it—that deep, wrenching struggle of what to give up and what to keep, what’s worth packing and what you’ll look at later and say, “Why in the world did I keep that? ” And the longer you pack, the higher decision fatigue wall, leading to choices you may regret. Speaking for myself, of course. The Perpetually Unused Glider Some people get sentimental over family heirlooms. Me? Apparently, I get emotiona

Oh, the Freedom We've Found When we decided to hit the road full-time in our 5 th wheel back in 2022, we knew one thing for sure: Roger’s body wasn’t going to let him be as adventurous as he wanted. Back pain discouraged him from hiking and even taking walks. So to fight back against aging, we splurged on an exciting solution: Lectric e-bikes. To mountain bikers or long-distance bicyclists, e-bikes are a cheat. But to a Type 1 diabetic whose body wears out more quickly than

Our free boondocking spot looked great--until we ran into an obstacle we couldn't drive through.

Potato Harbor, Santa Cruz Island Rounding the headland into Potato Harbor on Santa Cruz Island—it always feels like a homecoming. Potato...

On Keeping Promises and Navigating Danger There’s a tried-and-true maxim among liveaboard sailors, the ones who have chosen the adventurous, nomadic lifestyle of the sea: You can commit to a date or a time, but never both. We weren’t liveaboard sailors, but we enjoyed several multi-day sailing vacations cruising among the Channel Islands off the coast of Southern California. Talk about an exciting lifestyle! From isolated coves to bustling harbors, from fog to sunshine, from

And It Was Toxic Wandering Spirit  was a beautiful vintage sailboat—all 36’ of her. But she had much to be desired in the way of...