Ah here we are, the last spider leg of this many legged trip. From our quick romp about the Wyoming state fair, the blue bus moved her wa...

3 states, 3 National Parks, and just under 3 weeks to go. They say that bad things come in threes but we have yet to endure a bad day yet...

So where did I leave off? Oh yes, Old Priest Grade Road. Well it is my great pleasure to inform all of my avid readers (Auntie Ann I got ...

One would think that traveling America’s tallest paved road, Trail Ridge, would prove the most major driving feat for the Little Blue Bus...

Vegas > Los Angeles > Morro Bay For the last week we have been spoiled by good friends, great food, unbelievable sites, and restful eveni...

It is said that the Loa are Louisiana Voodoo spirits that dwell in the space between humanity and the creator, a creole limbo. In our cas...

Lewiston, Niles, Illinois, Nebraska, and Colorado…. 7 days… 2,000 miles, one flaming marshmallow, one lost tail pipe, three loose curtain...

Growing up in the Catholic school system the school bus symbolized one thing, that indescribable joy of a school sponsored field trip. Wh...

Over the last 22 years of my life the most pressing topic of conversation amongst my peers and superiors is one's transition into "adult"...