Tag: Camping

Painting the Camper and Other Woes

Painting the Camper and Other Woes

One of the best things about the camper has been the countless inspiration for projects. And what better way to experiment than with a beat up camper? Like this penny tile floor. I’ve probably spent hours drooling over Pinterest boards with these kinds of things, 

The Campervan of Inspiration

The Campervan of Inspiration

Welcome to our photo album chronicling our adventure fixing up a ’77 Dodge Robinhood. It’s been burly, but boy, have we had fun rolling our sleeves up and making improvements. When we purchased the camper in the spring of 2017, the bones seemed pretty good, 

Happy Campers

Happy Campers


Almost two years ago, we did something a little crazy ….

 … We got a camper! (And yes, it would have been much more dramatic, if I had posted the news two years ago when it actually happened.)
But here she is, our little old RV bumblebee. We found her parked outside my daughter’s school, and it had been inhabited by a hippie crone looking for the right people to claim it. We could feel the love she put into it and hope to continue renovating it!

It’s a ’77 Dodge Robinhood, just three years younger than my husband! But like him, it’s got good bones.

We love the bamboo floors, and plan to embellish the rest of the interior, and stretch our DIY skills to the limit. Our style is to preserve as many of the original details as possible, and repurpose as much as we can.

The next few posts will show the last two years putting our hearts into this baby, and creating some memories with our family. We hope to inspire other DIYers to getting out of the comfort zone and tackling some projects of your own! Thanks for reading.

Mount Saint Helens or Bust

Mount Saint Helens or Bust

After cruising along the Columbia River Gorge and heading into Washington state on our way to my aunt and uncle’s house, a mysterious mountain loomed ahead. Actually, we had to exit and drive a ways first, but then we saw it … Mount Saint Helens, 

Bob’s Red Mill and Multnomah Falls

Bob’s Red Mill and Multnomah Falls

Before we left our brief introductory visit to Portland, there was something I had to do.   See Bob’s Red Mill. Aka a baking pilgrimage of sorts. A paradise of organic bulked goods and health food products for bakers and gluten intolerants. My one bit 

Crossing State Lines

Crossing State Lines

I’m on the road exploring the Pacific Northwest with my dad for the next week or so. Road trip! Adventure! I look forward to all this fall has to bring.

My first photographic specimen is of Roosevelt elk as we entered Redwood National Park. Around this time of year, a bull will gather with his own personal harem of a dozen or more lady elks. Here they gathered right off the roadside and didn’t seem particularly camera shy.

But they are quick. Or my camera is slow. I just barely got the tips of this bull’s antlers as he ducked behind the brush.

And this one got his head chopped off completely. I guess I’m not ready for National Geographic just yet.

At Redwood National Park, not to be confused with Humboldt Redwood State Park, trees grow under the most unusual conditions (or should I say, around?).

A short stroll left us feeling dwarfed- and we’re not easy to impress with redwoods. Even with visits to Avenue of the Giants and Sequoia National Park, and Muir and Armstrong Woods in my backyard, this is easily the highest concentration of huge trees altogether.

Big Tree didn’t seem that much bigger than all the other ones we passed.

Redwoods love sharing the same roots- this one base has grown three different trees.

We continued heading north and came to this funny tourist trap, “Trees of Mystery” just before we hit Oregon. My dad remembered seeing it as a kid, so I voted we pull over.

Hey, I thought this guy was from Wisconsin.

By evening, we arrived safely in Oregon and had a lovely seafood dinner at Gold Coast. Tomorrow, Portland and beyond!

Yosemite- Day 3

Yosemite- Day 3

For the last day camping and hiking in Yosemite, my dad and I had our biggest hike yet up to the top of upper Yosemite Falls. It’s a good 7.6 miles, nothing we can’t handle. And lucky timing, too, since in a couple weeks this 

Yosemite- Day 2

Yosemite- Day 2

 Our first big day of hiking- we started with Vernal Falls, an easier 3 mile loop, though lots of climbing. I was surprised by how full the falls are for this time of year, especially with little snow in the sierras. Lots of people go 

Yosemite- Day 1

Yosemite- Day 1

I just got back from camping in Yosemite. What an inspiring four days! I’m not a savvy camper, so this was the chance to put my skills to the test, and my dad was happy to buddy up on the adventure.
We are big time hiking enthusiasts, but usually aren’t organized enough to get all the gear together for proper camping. In the past, we’ve done hiking trips with hot shower motel stays or tent cabins with bunks. This time, we abandoned our toe-in approach and really, it only enhanced the visit. Being right at the trails is how the outdoors are meant to be experienced.
Our first day, we explored the valley on foot and navigated our way around Yosemite Village and the shuttle system.

View of El Cap and Half Dome at the West entrance to the park.

Bridalveil Falls.

Entering a meadow towards Yosemite Falls.

A monarch caterpillar enjoying some milkweed.

The Ahwahnee Hotel.

We didn’t stay here- our intention was camping, after all- but lucked out and snagged a spot at Camp 4. Last minute reservations within the park in the summer are virtually impossible, so I panicked and booked a campsite over an hour outside the valley. We jumped at the chance to stay put, and were right at the base of the trailhead for Yosemite Falls.

So glad we made the stop on the way for a proper camp stove. Scrambled eggs and cold beer for dinner, and plans for an early start the next day.

Words in the Woods

Words in the Woods

What is it about the woods and creativity? A little fresh air, a night under the stars, and a pen in hand was just the thing I needed this weekend. I took my first trip up to Anderson Valley on my first ever writing retreat