Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks

Sitting here today, I would describe myself as a man who has tasted true freedom and desperately wants to return to life on the road. Or – at least – to have the freedom once again to travel on a whim. It is possible. I know several people who have made it work. Some of them run location-independent businesses and Read More …

Reflections of a Rubber Tramp, One Month Into a New Job (and One Week Into a New Home)

Yesterday, I drove to work along my new route from my new home, and I passed by a Motel 6. I suddenly became nostalgic for the days when a stay at a Motel 6 was a luxury. What, with their flat beds, hot water, and ice machines – they were an oasis during my rubber tramping days. Honestly, it doesn’t Read More …

Hard Truths and a Reality Check About My Nomadic Identity

This past weekend, I was so excited. I hadn’t been to my campsite up at Nicolet National Forest since December. And it was two months before that when there wasn’t snow on the ground. I’ve been waiting seven months to do some camping! I monitored snow coverage maps for weeks, waiting impatiently for the snow to melt. Then I waited Read More …

My New Tramp Name

Something pretty special happened to me this past weekend, and it was so special, that I almost didn’t notice it happened. I finally received a bona-fide tramp name. Bones christened me “Captain”. When he first started calling me “Captain”, I must have dismissed it in my mind because – over the years – many friends have given me many one-off Read More …