Suffice to say, the rainy season has started - hard. We're going to take this show on the road, heading back east where we will move our camp to the drier, deciduous forests of Northern Connecticut. We'll continue to post about our travels as we go.

Right now we're thinking LA > Joshua Tree > Grand Canyon > Marfa > Austin > New Orleans > Atlanta > Asheville > DC. We're going to leave on Tuesday (as in 2 days from now) and take just under two weeks to get there. Anyone with opinions, a bed, couch, or favorite places let us know.

"I rolled my eyes so hard I dropped my beer"

— Anjuli
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"It's so manly, I can't eat it"

— Anjuli
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Our toilet overflowed. Heh. Guess we should have built it a structure. We've come to realize that modern man and primitive man are always at odds in our camp. Unless we're going to roam the forest living off of bark and squirrel, shitting and pissing where we like and sleeping in the crook of trees, we find ourselves in need of structures and clothes and such modern things. The second we build a "toilet" for the comfort of our butt (and modern notions of sanitation) it suddenly needs a roof so it doesn't flood in the rain and proper drainage and the like. The moment we decide to put a roof over our heads we have decided to defend it from nature (by keeping up on maintenance).

So today we put on some plastic bags and stomped around in the woods. The ground is springy and swollen and ... View Post »

We woke up today to find the water isn't all that fond of our little tributaries. Sunday's outlook: the fight for sodden earth.

StoryRain, fire, hearth and home

Sitting in front of the fire, eyes closed, listening to the sound of water spilling off the roof in all directions is a cross between dreadful and fanciful. Sometimes I can feel the heat of the fire warming and softening my limbs as it's flames lick at my feet; sometimes it feels like someone is spitting at my face from across the room; at other moments there's a cool cross-breeze that wafts through the tent, giving temporary relief from the heat; and then suddenly - inexplicably - I'm lost in an intoxicating smoky fog. Depending on where I place my feet, I feel either like I'm overcooking or chilly and wet, and so I search for the happy medium.

Our solace in this storm - a single fire and a big tarp - erected by a few stones and a whole bunch of knots and hitches. The tent bows and ... View Story »

It may get cold soon. It may start raining soon. You really can never tell, according to our hosts. See, there's no weather radar nearby, so we have to go based on towns and cities that are 35-45 miles away and either coastal or farther inland.

We have a tiny keychain thermometer that we hang outside our tent and do a read every morning. Sometimes it's 45 and sometimes 60. But mostly we can tell if it'll be a hot day by how many times we get bitten by mosquitos during yoga - the more bites we have the hotter it will be.

Right now we're preparing for whatever is ahead. We're processing a lot of wood. Even upgraded our mini axe for a chainsaw and earmuffs for the day. There are wood piles all over the campsite. So whatever happens - rain, sun or frigid days - while we might not be ... View Post »

Just put our feet in the Pacific. Yes, it's still cold.

85F in the middle of October. Damn, that's hot.

The world feels more alive when the wind is blowing, doesn't it?