Road Trip: Michigan to Oregon

And we're back! After an isolated 2020 that lasted 84 long years, we're back on the travel train. Not literally a train, though, but a 2000 Ford Econoline Conversion Van!

Friends of ours (Guidebook and his wife, to whom Babs was flower girl in this post), moved to Oregon in the early pandemic days, then had a baby 8 months ago. Having not yet met our nephew, we scheduled a trip to visit them once we were all fully vaxxed up. 

With Babs being 7goingon13, she is a delightful road trip companion. We gave her the responsibility of packing her own backpack of books, activities and toys. She packed mostly books, then found out immediately that reading in the van made her motion sick. Luckily we were prepared with audiobooks (Notorious RBG is a bit too dry for a 7-year-old, but anything by Neil Gaiman is great-- preferably also read by him).

I was excited for this trip-- the last time we road tripped to the Gorge in George, WA, the scenery in Western Montana, Idaho and Washington absolutely took my breath away. 

We took a bit different route, looping down through Idaho to cut into Oregon and didn't quite get as much of the foresty, waterfally gorgeousness, but it was still nice to see mountains again.

We absolutely cranked the miles and blew past all of my pre-vetted rest areas, so I spent a lot of time using data to look up good places to sleep. One such place was the Silver Creek Campground in Idaho, essentially a dusty parking lot on the brushy banks of Silver Creek, a popular trout fishing destination. It just so happened to be trout fishing opening weekend on the day we stayed and so the lot was filled with fly fishermen. It was hot, dusty and also a bit buggy, we couldn't even see the creek, so we bedded down in the stifling van before the sun had set (driving West with the sun is the pits), and took off early in the morning.

I did a great job packing meals in the van, so we didn't have to stop for food a single time on the way there, which was part of our plan for keeping germ contamination low for baby.

Most of our 10 day stay consisted of playing with baby, as it should, though we did bike to a couple parks, walked around a volcano and drove into the mountains to Sparks Lake for a stunningly picturesque walk.

I brought my cake decorating supplies and made Guidebook a birthday cake, Mrs. Guidebook and I tag-teamed a paella dinner and I reveled in baby snuggles. It was a Very Good Time. 

I remembered, suddenly, all the new baby things we went through with Babs. The exhaustion, the slipperiness of time-- days sliding one into another like countless years without any time passing at all, the wheel-spinning seclusion (made so much worse mid-pandemic), the constant worry about if you're doing everything wrong. Also the joy and wonder of a new life growing and changing and all yours.

We took baby in early mornings and sent parents back to bed, put baby down for naps to let parents Go Outside by themselves (I'm now convinced every baby in the world is a better sleeper than Babs was-- that girl hated naps), and cooked meals at home for them. We were so sad to leave and missed that baby (and his parents of course! just not as much) as soon as we left.

On the drive home, we stayed at a rest area, then at Mabel Lake campground in Minnesota, where the mosquitoes were so thick they somehow found their way into the van to torment us into leaving at 4am. 

Six days of driving was a bit much on this trip. We only got crabby with each other once or twice, but I don't need to make that drive again. Minnesota, North Dakota and most of Montana is not real thrilling to drive through, especially when you're looking forward to playing with a baby, or getting home to harvest your garden, at the end of the road. It's a long time to take out of a trip, time we won't have as much of now that Babs is in higher school levels and won't be able to take quite as much time off. 

This, and many other reasons, are why this was our last road trip in the van. 😢More on that in a later post!

Best Travel Skin Care Products

You don't want to bring your 5 oz. bottle of facewash when you're traveling. First of all, there's no space. Secondly, when flying, you don't want to check a bag if you don't have to. So how do you keep your skin clear for all those vacation photos?

These three skin care products are perfect for traveling:

I label this as "Travel Skin Care Products" but I use these at home too, because it's easy and fast. I'm a mom, I don't have time for clay masks and cucumber eyes.

Everyone's skin is different. Honestly, everyone's skin is different on different days. The monthly changes in hormone cycles and lifelong changes make it difficult to find one skincare routine that works.

Real Talk: I have supremely oily skin. In the morning my face is so shiny you could see your reflection on my forehead. My acne was never really bad, but I always had at least one big zit on my face. And not the fairly benign surface-level whitehead, oh no. The deep, painful boil type that emerged from my face like a volcano. If your skin is similar, this may work for you too.

These Yes facial wipes have 1% salicylic acid, a good chemical for combating acne. It also removes makeup pretty effectively. (I use a different wipe for mascara and save these wipes for my T-zone).

They are perfect for travel (especially camping and van living) when access to water for face washing is spotty or inconvenient.

After washing your face with your preferred method, if you live in a dry climate you'll want to moisturize. But what lotion can moisturize without adding oil, plus give you a boost in fighting acne?

Enter Neutrogena Rapid Clear Lotion:

With 2% salicylic acid as the active ingredient and no oil to weigh down your skin. Plus it comes in a conveniently travel-sized 1.7 fluid ounce bottle.

To skimp and make the small bottle last, only use it on your problem areas and use a different lotion (I like Gold Bond) for areas not prone to acne.

But arguably the best product for saving my face has been this Neutrogena Light Wand:

Yeah I definitely brought it to Spain with me for 2 1/2 months. And I used it, too. It's small enough to fit in my cosmetic bag and is powered by one AAA battery.

You have to catch pimples early for this to work, though. Once it develops a head it's too late for you and may god have mercy on your soul. As soon as you feel that tenderness under your skin, zap it with this bad boy.

It blasts light under the skin to kill bacteria, stopping the zit before it blows up. It's important to wait for the entire 2-minute light cycle to finish. Use it on a clean, lotion-free skin for best results.


There you go! Small products that are effective, convenient and good for travel. Happy trails!

Summer Adventures: Phish, Colorado, Overnight Parking at Rest Areas, etc

Summer rushed by at an unrelentingly rapid pace. Since my last post, we camped for 4 nights at Swan Lake, the lake of my childhood, where all my family reunions have been held for my entire life. It's a beautiful lake and excellent for swimming. (Babs, once afraid of the water, now wants to do nothing else than swim.)

I was particularly proud to have beaten Mr. Go's smallmouth bass record with not only a 19" bass, but a 20" bass the very next day.

George, WA

We followed that up with a 9-day trip to George, WA. Babs and Flotsam were left with Grandparents while Mr. Go and I took the Subaru across the country.

I've told you about this before in this post, and while the core crew was smaller this year, we enfolded two of our camping neighbors into our group to round out the craziness and now our network has grown.

On the way out, Mr. Go and I spent some quality time in the car listening to Into the Wild by John Krakauer and camped in State Parks and campgrounds along the way. Since the Subaru was so packed full, sleeping in it was not an option, and we had to pitch a tent every night, which quickly became tiresome. But I did get this sweet shot of Mr. Go being zen by a waterfall in Minnesota:

RV Parks and campgrounds are seldom as nice as they sound, and State Parks (many of which require a vehicle day pass to enter) are more expensive than they're worth. The app RV Parky helped in finding campgrounds along the way.

More Camping

Three days after we got home, we were packing up the van for another week-long camping trip with one half of my family, during which we picked a prodigious amount of blueberries.

The next week we made an impromptu camping reservation at the most primitive site yet. Surprise, surprise: there wasn't even a toilet, a discovery which led to us digging cat-holes with Babs' plastic shovel. Good times were had by all.

Curveball? More like Blueball

The week after THAT, we dumped Babs and Flotsam again, for another trip in good ole Subey, this time bound for Watkins Glen, NY, for the famed Phish Festival weekend, a bi-yearly event, this time called Curveball. We met up with two sets of friends, and as soon as all our camping gear was set up, we got a nasty surprise.

The entire week before, the Finger Lakes area had received monsoon-level amounts of rain, which led to the rising of the water table, which led to concerns regarding water potability, which led to the CANCELLING of the festival, not 10 minutes after the last tent stake was pounded into the soggy ground.

After making it through all stages of grief, all 20,000 of us campers consoled each other by getting drunk and running around the campground until the wee hours.

Colorado

A week (and a friends-with-kid visit) later, we packed up and left for Colorado, this time with the whole fam damily in tow.

The first leg of the adventure was to take Babs to her first (and second) Phish show! More on this in a later post...

Wedding

We travelled from Thornton, CO down to Colorado Springs so Mr. Go and GuideBook (remember him from our adventures in Mexico?) could reclaim some branches from trees around his house and make an arbor for he and Ms. GuideBook to get married under.

After this we spent a night with friends in Golden, then headed on up to the mountains to stake out the claim at Boreas Pass, where the Guidebooks would be wed three nights hence.

Sleeping at 11,300 feet elevation is no joke. After one night, I was done and Babs seconded that emotion. Luckily, our other friends (also of the Mexico & Spain adventures) had a house in the town of Breckenridge, where we were gratified to shower, nap and wash our clothes.

Wedding festivities abounded, culminating in a morning ceremony atop a mountain with a breathtaking skyline background.

Yes, Babs acted as Co-Flower Girl, with her "sister" C

After the fake paella lunch that followed, the Go family split. Babs' school had been in session for a week without her and Breckenridge, though closer to sea level than Boreas Pass, still sits at a pretty 9,600 feet elevation, and none of us were acclimated.

Life in The Van

We made tracks on the way home, stopping off at rest areas for two nights of sleep. Note: The rest area at Adair, Iowa is stellar. Did you know Iowa's rest areas offer WiFi? And they allow overnight parking.

Also, in the town proper of Adair, Iowa, there is a great little park not far off the highway where we stopped off to let Babs let out some energy.

I typically consult this list to determine whether overnight parking will be allowed. Wisconsin says it's a No, but we've parked overnight at the rest area in Dubuque twice now with no issues. If there aren't signs posted that specifically say "No overnight parking," I'd do it.

Next Up...

Between pickling and canning our home-grown veg (more on that in a later post), house projects (including but not limited to replacing one nasty window and the asbestos tile in the attic), and keeping up with personal hygiene, Fall promises to click by at an unrelenting pace as well.

And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.


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The Great American Road Trip aka 5,804 miles in 14 days

We recently packed up Flotsam, Jetsam, Babs and ourselves for a minimum month-long open-ended vacation to Michigan.

Crazy? Maybe. But it’s been a helluva lot of fun.

It’s built around my family’s week-long camping reunion, and since we'd have grandparents around, (*cough* babysitters *cough*) we planned some activities for Mr. Go and I.

Even though it added another 900 miles to our trip, taking Babs to G&G’s first was totally worth it, because she probably had more fun than we did while we were away. And Grandmas and Grandpas had even more fun than her.

look at that. so presh

Suddenly 1,300 miles doesn’t seem that significant, especially considering that life is about the journey, not the destination.

The dogs were angels in the car from CO to MI, except for Flotsam jumping into the front seat every single time we got out of the car. Babs is old enough she can articulate her wants, and understand us when we say, “We’ll stop in a few minutes.” Honestly, she ate a lot of chocolate cereal and watched a lot of T.V. but what can you do.

So it went like this: Get up at 3 a.m. Shove the kids in the car. (Honestly it wasn’t terrible because Babs fell back asleep and we got to watch the sun come up.) Drive all g.d. day. (1,050 miles). We stopped in Wisconsin and stayed with a friend for playtime with their 2 girls and a couple hours of sleep.

We arrived in Michigan, stayed for a day, and were on the road again, this time sans the baggage kids. We repacked the car with only the things we would need for one night on the road and headed back to Wisconsin for a Dead & Company concert at Alpine Valley. (Which, incidentally, looks a lot like the Phish crowd +40 years, except the music was more like the John Mayer Show feat. Bobby Weir.)

See all those construction markers? lol, yeah

After the show, we drove 15 miles up the road and slept in a Wal Mart parking lot. Which leads me into:

Where to Sleep on the Road

We consulted this post from Fresh Off the Grid for a guide to free camping/sleeping while mobile.

Now, you know us; we’re not sketchy. This is probably the sketchiest thing we’ve ever done, but as with anything, the more you do it, the more normal it seems. 

A) it’s free, don’t judge me. B) it’s not like we were creeping around the Wally World lot. Overnight parking is a service Wal Mart offers, including for RVs and large trucks. We even called ahead to check if it was ok with the manager. Check this website to find the Wal Marts that DON’T allow overnight parking, since that list is shorter than the 800+ locations that DO allow overnight parking.

This was the first time we’d done so, as a proof of concept for our longer upcoming cross-country trip. When we woke in the morning, there were about 3 more cars in the lot, who had obviously also just been to the concert and had the same idea as us.

It’s important to note: while I hate Wal Mart in general and disagree with their company policies and basically everything they stand for, they’re nice enough to offer this service, so if you plan to take them up on it as well, be respectful. Be discreet. Throw your garbage in the trash cans and just don’t be a dick, which is good life advice anyway.

Converting Subey from driving machine to sleep palace takes about 2 minutes: We moved our bags out of the back seats, laid them down flat, rolled out sleeping mats and sleeping bags and crashed out in the Wally World parking lot.

Six hours later, we used their bathrooms in the morning and drove home. Unpacked and re-packed the car and 2 days later set off on our BIG trip, to Washington state for 2 nights of Phish at the Gorge in George, WA.

1,858 miles ONE WAY

The first night on the road, we got into the Wal Mart around midnight, did a little shopping for Gorge camping supplies before bedding down, saw the same clerk the next morning, the poor soul, when we went in to use the facilities. The second night we stayed at a HoJo in Missoula, MT, so we could shower and get a good night’s sleep before the raging festivities began.

We enjoyed taking Hwy 2 and seeing all the houses and little towns along the way. Hwy 200 through Wisconsin, Minnesota and North Dakota was much the same; pretty and scenic. Until Montana. God, that road is long. And flat. And cell service was real spotty. Going up over the rolling hills gave Mr. Go palpitations; he’s always imagining some a-hole driver flying up the other side and smashing into us. (For the return journey we took 90 until Fargo then hopped back on 2.)

FYI, crossing through the Rockies in Idaho was some of the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen. The pine tree mountains and winding rivers, gosh it was amazing.

On a lonely stretch of Montana, running low on gas, we stopped at a tiny, run-down looking Post Office/gas station/store with two old-style gas pumps. Did they even run? How do you work these things?

I went inside and the clerk flipped a switch to turn on the pump and Mr. Go paid inside. Lining the walls were several shelves of free paperback novels, handmade goods and vintage items for sale, and ice cream shakes. The clerk made us each shakes using an old-fashioned shake maker and real ice cream. The shake didn’t go all the way to the top of the cup, so she gave us .50 off each. It was our favorite stop on the road.

Camping 3 nights at the Gorge was peaceful, beautiful and wonderful in general. We swam in the Columbia River, jammed out in one of the most beautiful amphitheaters in the world and connected not only with nature but with humanity. 

If you think you’ve had a better time you’ve obviously never seen Phish at the Gorge.

Waking up with the sun coming up, shining over the River with the plains stretching out for miles, lit up with pinks and golds was breathtaking. Sunsets were just as astonishing, the purple and red colors reflecting on the water below and the clouds above.

Mr. Go had the brilliant idea of buying a puzzle at a Goodwill along the way to WA. We worked on it for a while with our camp (which included 3 friends and our 2 neighbors who were engulfed by us and integrated into our group) then set the puzzle out on the table for passersby to try their hand.

I’m not exaggerating when I say it was the best .50c purchase Mr. Go has ever made in the whole of his life. The communal collective effort was astounding.

Now first, let me say, the Phish fans are some of the most accepting, chill people I’ve ever met. Sure, there’s an odd dick here and there, but you get that anywhere. On the whole, they’re the freakiest freaks out there and no matter how weird you are, they’re not gonna judge you. Nay, they will love you for your individuality.

So anyway, tons of people paused at the table to help us work on the puzzle. We were hanging out, cooking or playing cards and we’d look over and there’d be someone standing there.

“You gotta put in a piece before you go,” we’d yell. The sense of accomplishment when you found a connection is like getting a tiny hug, Hubert, a Phish fan who spent several hours sitting at our table puzzling, said to me. It brought people together for a common goal, and that’s one of the most beautiful things there is.

GO TEAM

Needless to say, there will be puzzles at every subsequent Phish show we attend. Check @puzzle_ftr on Twitter or @puzzlefromtheroad on Instagram for updates.

Watch the full video of the Friday night show.

Sunday morning, after 2 nights of shows, we woke, broke down camp and got the hell out of dodge. We were so wore out from our adventures so far we were a tiny bit crabby and stayed at a nasty Western Inn in Billings, MT, for 10 solid hours of sleep and a shower. After that, we felt much better.

The next night we shot for camping in the Chippewa National Forest near Walker, MN, but it didn’t quite pan out. It was dark by the time we rolled up and we were both freaked out by different aspects of the venture: Mr. Go by police telling us we actually can’t camp there and also bugs. Me by a random psychopath finding our tent and stringing us up in the trees like in that one scary story someone told me when I was 7, and also bears.

So we pulled the plug and drove up the road to the Northern Lights Casino, where Mr. Go broke his inhuman non-spending streak by losing $100 in about 15 minutes. Then we chilled in the car for a bit, drinking the boxed wine from the back out of our leftover Solo cups.

Maybe it was the lingering feeling of togetherness from the Phish shows, but hanging out in the car with Mr. Go after a cross-country trip, I just felt so thankful for where we are in life. The clarity of purpose we’re discovering and the stellar prioritization that’s giving us so much happiness and peace.

Then we tipped the front seats back and slept for about 5 hours before the mosquitos squeezing in through our cracked windows woke Mr. Go and he took off around 5:30 a.m. while a confused Mrs. Go tried to determine why her bed was now moving.

What to do in the car for 100 hours

Yes, over the course of 14 days we spent roughly 100 hours in the car. Together. That’s almost 4 solid days. Together. And we haven’t even called any divorce lawyers yet! That's the biggest accomplishment of the venture, to be honest.

Something amazing happens when you’re trapped in an enclosed space with a person for a solid chunk of time. Especially when cell service goes out. You get bored enough that you actually have to resort to talking to each other. Just kidding. For us it was more like: we actually had the time to talk. And we didn’t have the opportunity to multi-task or try checking things off our to-do list like we do at home after Babs goes to bed. All we had to do was talk. We’ve had some of the best conversations we’ve had in a while, and were able to truly connect.

When we needed a break, we listened to podcasts. Some of our favorites are Tim Ferriss’ audio compilation of the Tao of Seneca, a stoic thinker and philosopher who lived about 2,000 years ago. The audio recordings are of his letters to a friend and offer many little nuggets of wisdom that resonate strongly even today. They’re short, around 15 minutes, and are great for sparking conversation. Topics covered include: poverty and riches, the shortness of life, how to live in the moment and how to avoid the busy trap.

Check out Tim's podcast on iTunes. 

Mr. Go also believes in staying up to date on the news and enjoys checking in with conservative radio, just to see what’s going on. It’s a little bit like looking through plexiglass at the zoo: “What are the crazy people doing today?” I can’t handle much of it; Mr. Go’s tolerance is only slightly higher.

The RNC was happening, so we listened to a Bill Maher podcast and the radio coverage of the convention for a while.

I drove for a couple stretches, but it was mostly Mr. Go behind the wheel. I served as the co-pilot, giving bad directions and getting things out of the cooler.

Speaking of which:

Eating on the Road

We realized in a previous post that only chumps stop to eat while trekking across the country. Just kidding, mostly. We stopped to eat a couple times, and getting a break to stretch our legs was super nice. But mostly we just took our meals in the car.

More on good keto car foods here.

As a general rule, we don’t buy things, but we purchased this Iceless cooler before leaving Colorado and packed it up with asparagus, sliced ham, string cheese and hard-boiled eggs for the road. We were slightly less prepared with food for our trek to Washington and had to stop for lunch and dinner on the first day of driving. Ugh, greasy fast food burgers.

Of course, you can stop and take the time to have decent meals on the road, but we were going for speed, since a massive storm in Wisconsin and Minnesota the night before we left detoured the shit out of our route and lost us about 3 hours. So we were pushing the pace.

(Of course, before we even got in the car, it was three weeks of scrubbing the house top to bottom and lining up cleaning, lawn mowing and care while we’re away to make sure everything was taken care of for Airbnb guests.

Including: setting up mail forwarding to our parents house, talking to neighbors re: checking our mail for things that slip through and also just keeping an eye on things in general.)

What We Learned From 5,804 miles

• Don’t try to find your campsites in the dark.
• Don’t be lazy; pack your food in the car.
• Bring something mesh to cover the window cracks so bugs don’t get in at night.
• Never play Pokémon go. We witnessed a family nearly leave their daughter at a rest area because she was so buried in her cell phone she literally had no awareness of her surroundings. Don’t worry, once they backed out of their parking spot they stopped, Dad rolled down the window heroically and shouted for his offspring several times until she heard him and strolled leisurely to the car, nose buried in her phone the entire time. Ah, American family vacations.
• Slow it down. We saw an accident in North Dakota, a car’s front end all smashed up, police cars and ambulance. All it takes is one split second, just one moment to ruin everything. Going a few extra mph faster will get you to your destination a few minutes earlier, but is the risk really worth it? Plus, when you slow down, appreciate the journey rather than the destination, you’re not trying to pass people and road frustration decreases exponentially.

Along the way, we saw a lot of RVs and big-ass campers on the road, towed by similarly big-ass vehicles. Mr. Go and I had to wonder: What do people even keep in there? What do they need to bring camping that they require 7 metric shit-tons of space?

Because once we ditched the kids and all their baggage, the Subaru Impreza felt like a palace. Subey and the Thule car-top carrier held everything we would need to live for months, with room for 2 adult humans to stretch out.

Of course, we've realized how little a person actually needs, and it's lightened up our lives tremendously. And it makes packing a breeze.