“The road” takes it’s toll on everyone and in a lot of different ways. For us boys hygiene is often an afterthought, due to the extra effort required in grooming. So, we embrace our unshaven faces and unkept hair and try to look the part of the rugged wanderer. The following photographs reveal the physical results of the last 6-7 months of constant movement. Proceed with caution.
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Photo of the Week: Homecoming
April 13, 2009 – 1:00 am
Congrats to the Steve’s. After over two years of driving and almost 70 countries, you made it back home safe and sound. Arrived in Denver on Wednesday, April 8, 2009. If you’re in the Denver area come on out to our Welcome Home Party.
River Cave Adventure, Ian Anderson Style
March 27, 2009 – 3:06 pm
Some of the most interesting things we’ve done recently have come completely out of nowhere. Such was the case when we entered Belmopan, Belize. Nothing at all was set up. We had some food in the back of the trucks, but it was getting late, and we had no place to sleep. Camping was an option, but there wasn’t any campsites in any of our guidebooks. Then we saw the sign, “Ian Anderson’s Cave Branch Adventure Company and Jungle Lodge.†We turned in to ask about camping and ended up being graciously accommodated with their bunkhouse and given a complimentary tubing tour the following day. Things were looking up.
Joined At The Hips
March 24, 2009 – 3:06 pm
24/7 means 24/7, that’s just how it is on the road. Our crew, by far, spends more time together than most spouses do. We eat together, spend the day together, work together, drive together, do activities together, and sleep in the same vicinity together. It is how it has to be. Yes, it takes it toll, but we need each other, that is for sure.
Photos of the Week: Arachnophobia
March 9, 2009 – 12:01 am
While in Belize we were hosted by Ian Anderson’s Cave Branch Adventure Co. & Jungle Lodge and participated in the “River of Caves” Cave Tubing where we met our new spider friend. Nels and I get up close and personal with what our guides, Edgar and Vida, referred to as an “eight foot spider.” While it looks rather scary it really only tickled a little. Although I think the spider took an unnatural liking to me.
