We’re closer this week to Las Vegas in order to get civilized stuff done, but my impressions of the city haven’t formed well enough to post about it. So I’ll show off the pink tiny house in its entirety, woohoo! The Whole Shebang This one was, by far, my favorite to build. I’m getting the […]
Author: Shelly
Former nomad, currently adjusting.
Lost in the Valley of Fire?
We’re spending a week boondocking here northeast of Las Vegas, on BLM land out in the desert. Lots of RVs come and go around us, but, with the exception of one audacious #vanlifer who pulled through our campsite, between the truck and trailer, to get to the site next to us (that has its own […]
Pink Sofa Tiny House: Bedroom, Bath, Lighting
As this comes together, I’m loving it more. Here’s a link to the another sections of this house I’ve finished previously. Bedroom I don’t know where people are supposed to store their clothes, but who the heck cares. By the way, all the wiring for the lights are hidden under the headboard. . Bathroom These […]
Solace atop a Dry Wash
Last I left you, dear readers (I’ve always wanted to type that), we were scrambling for a place to stay near St. George, Utah, south of impending snow. I was feeling rundown with errands and problems and no exact direction. Not surprisingly, Tracy found us an exceptionally gorgeous campsite—and free—about an hour and a half […]
Death by Paper Cuts?
That’s an exaggeration—in both directions. We’re still loving this lifestyle (so, far from death), but we’ve faced more than just paper cuts lately. An older guy dumping his trailer tanks at the truck stop next to us was just hopping to tell me that he’s sold his house and bought this RV and is going to […]
Sketchy Dudes in Parks
We need to be near Salt Lake City for housekeeping-type stuff for a few days, and Tracy once again came through with an unusual camping spot for us. We’re on the other side of Utah Lake from the city, in a county park right on the lake. It’s isolated and beautiful, with a panoramic view […]
One Night at The Salt Flats
12 miles long. Five feet thick at the center. 147 million tons of salt. 90% table salt. Here’s where we parked on BLM land. Not a bad spot for sunrise. Banjo approved.
Ruby Valley in the High Desert
Tracy knows how much I miss the ocean (heck, if you could be anywhere in the U.S., might you pick the beach?), so he found me a hot spring, which is close enough when you’re out in the desert. We’re parked right outside the Ruby Lake National Wildlife Refuge, which is rare marshland in the […]
No Longer Are Our Screws Loose
The beauty of Idaho has been a surprising bonus, but we came here in order to get service at the “five-rivet” service center of the Airstream dealership in Boise. (Highly rated dealerships are truly called “five-rivet.” Airstream does love its word play). I felt big-time anxiety leaving my home with a bunch of stranger mechanics […]
Field Trip to the Moon
This is a difficult post to write because I’d rather just show you my photos and leave you with an impression, which would reflect pretty well how I’m feeling about this place. Mystical. Otherworldly. Freaking strange and wonderful. But there’s some serious vulcanism (love that word) going on here (or I should say went on here, […]
