Four weeks. Seven states. 4,500 miles. Thirty-one days on the road. Twenty-six days of wild camping. Zero bear encounters. Five total showers. But we’re finally back home. Stepping back into our house felt strange. Stepping into our home felt like stepping into an AirBnB. It didn’t feel like it was our place. It took a couple of hours of getting back into the rhythm of home life for that feeling to dissipate. Home for the past few weeks was our 1999 Mitsubishi Montero…

When someone asks you if you want to frolic around the arid deserts in the Southwestern United States in the middle of July, the answer is always a resounding “HELL. NO.” But, if that frolicking entails being chased around with big boy video cameras attached to big boy toys, the answer will always be a resounding “HELL. YES.”