We are on the oldest 767 in operation, flying an excruciating 16-hour route on frequent flyer tickets to Madrid via Dallas-Ft. Worth. The plane is unbearably hot. There are only those tiny old style TVs playing something that looks…
Week 28: Trish makes it to the ocean and prepares us for her death
Trish is home from the hospital finally. She was admitted 5 days ago after unbearable pain and an emergency room admission. It’s Thursday September, 27th and I haven’t seen her in 36 hours – the longest stretch in months. She…
Iceland Day 6: Geo-thermal Greatness
The campground is right in the center of Hveragerdi, a small town of 2000 inside the uber tourist route the ‘Golden Circle’. As such, it should get much more attention, but barely merits a page in the Iceland guidebook. It’s…
Iceland Day 5 – Alien planets and a Park Ranger breaks into our van.
‘Oh HOLY christ-TORTURED muther-FUCKER’ I yell in the parking lot of the campground. I’m dripping wet and a little cold from the awesome hot shower I just took (Clean! Have I mentioned clean!) I left the kids in the running…
Iceland Day 4 – The Goth Waterfall
Camping as a family in a tiny van has advantages, but cleanliness is not one of them. The Skaftafell national park campsite where we stayed overnight has $4 for a 5 minute shower but it’s powerful and as hot as…