A Serialized Pacific Voyage  ·  Nomadventure.org If Honeymoons Were Like This, They Wouldn't Be a Thing — Heidi Chapter 2 ← Previous Chapter 1 ⚓ Next Chapter 3 → A note on how this story is told: Heidi documents our life with a small voice recorder held just below her chin. She has always been the one with the presence of mind to capture things as they happen — recording moments, preserving details, keeping a running archive of memories I would otherwise let slip away. This account is mine, but it exists because of her voice. There is a specific kind of evening in Maui that should probably come with a liability waiver. The sun drops into the ʻAuʻau Channel in a slow, indulgent blaze. The trade winds ease off just enough to feel like forgiveness. And somewhere in that light, whatever reasonable instincts you had been using to navigate your adult...

4th Time's the Charm: Climbing El Potrero Chico and Road-Tripping to Punta de Mita From a Border Office Standoff in Coahuila to a Music Video Shoot in Nayarit — This Is the Mexico Trip That Finally Worked El Potrero Chico, Nuevo León. Where limestone goes to be extraordinary and families go to discover their limits. There is a specific kind of humility that comes from being turned away at the same international border twice. The first time, the Mexican border officer at Piedras Negras informed us that Base Camp — our converted school bus, our beloved rolling home — was registered as a "bus" and therefore could not receive a Temporary Import Permit (TIP). "No se puede," she said, with the serene finality of someone who has delivered this news before and is entirely comfortable delivering it again. We drove thousands of miles back to Maine to re-register it as an RV. We spent a summer working. We came back. The second time was the...

By the Nomadventure Family | Skoolie Life · Bus Conversion · Tiny Living on Wheels There is a specific category of decision that sounds, in the planning stage, like an act of bold genius — and reveals itself, somewhere around the third week of construction, to be an act of bold insanity. Buying a retired school bus from your local Maine school district and converting it into a family home is firmly in this category. We did it anyway. And we would do it again. But let's be honest about how it actually went — because the internet is full of stunning skoolie build reveals featuring reclaimed wood countertops and string lights, and suspiciously short on documentation of the part where you're in a Lowe's parking lot in South Carolina in November, rolling bus-green paint onto a 40-foot vehicle by hand, wondering whether "sea mist green" was really the stealthy color choice you thought it was back when you were warm and optimistic in Maine. How Base Ca...