“F—ing sharing economy,” I thought to myself as I turned the ignition key to the Zipcar a fourth time without any luck. I was supposed to be on my way to a meeting with someone whose time is more valuable than mine. An early start to a very consequential day at work. But now I was late.
Recreational flexibility. Having a Class B RV like Roxanne means we can get up and go fast, sleep almost anywhere when we’re tired, yet have the comforts of home along with us. Last weekend, we learned a little bit about the freedom not to travel.
Camping season is upon us! We have a rare moment with Roxanne in the driveway and all three of us home at the same time. So here’s a little explanation of how I see the three different types of camping trips.
We recently came back from our first summer stay at a private campground not connected to an amusement park. In fact, it wasn’t really connected to anything at all.
Renting out Roxanne is more of a hobby than a business. We meet some interesting people and hear stories from the road, and bring in a little extra cash to cover our own travel and improvements to our sticks-and-bricks house. For the more entrepreneurial or handy set, rentals can be a full-time living. For us, it’s much more of a side hustle. So we can be very choosy about who rents, and we are.
Today’s the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. We’re about to hit the road. We kicked off the season a little early with an outdoor adventure and a mammoth rock concert too.
This Sunday: drawing inspiration from the work of others. Here’s what has caught my eyes and ears in the past couple of weeks.
It was my first incomplete. The Capital City Half Marathon in Columbus, Ohio would be my 11th half, my second this year. But the clock stopped at 12.6 miles and would not resume. Biggest shocker? This was also one of my best races.
The Shenandoah Caverns were an afterthought. A stop on the way home from a long weekend trip, just XY and me. And they were breathtaking.
What if not every moment in life had a purpose? In fact, what if we set aside moments whose purpose was no purpose at all? In short, what if we created more white space around ourselves?