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  • January in Anza-Borrego State Park, California

    January in Anza-Borrego State Park, California

    After a pretty stressful Christmas season at work, it was time to blow off some steam, to go back to the simple life in the truck. The desert of Anza-Borrego State Park seemed like the perfect place. Located about 60 miles east of San Diego, Anza-Borrego is one of those places that you either know…

  • The Set Up

    The Set Up

    As you may know, our overlanding rig is a 2007 Toyota Tacoma. It’s Michael’s daily driver, and so this is what it looks like most of the time: The storage platform we built back in 2015 lives in the back of the truck full-time, mostly because it’s a pain in the ass to store it…

  • How I, an introvert, survive a bluegrass festival

    How I, an introvert, survive a bluegrass festival

    As you can imagine, bluegrass festivals are social events. You’re camping and living in close proximity to lots of people. LOTS of people. Sometimes those people are strangers, sometimes they’re friends. Time by yourself is hard to come by for a few days. Now, for people like Michael, this is actually completely awesome. He’s an…

  • The last day of the festival…

    The last day of the festival…

    I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I am a big fan of naps. And not just at bluegrass festivals. In general I take a lot of naps. Between 3-5 pm is usually when my energy is at its absolute lowest and a 20-minute nap is the perfect remedy. At Grass Valley,…

  • The Joys of Volunteering

    The Joys of Volunteering

    The Father’s Day Festival officially began on Thursday, June 13th. I was up early but I enjoyed the time to make coffee and enjoy breakfast in the cool morning air. We made it to the stage area in time to see some old friends from Colorado: FY5. We knew these guys back when they were…

  • FESTIVAAAAAALLL!!!

    FESTIVAAAAAALLL!!!

    This time around Taco Negro journeyed all the way to Grass Valley, California (about a 6-hour drive) for the Father’s Day Festival. Checking the weather revealed the daunting truth that it was going to be a lot warmer in Grass Valley. In fact, the day I checked (two days before we left) there was a…

  • As a matter of fact, Taco Negro is the perfect festival rig

    As a matter of fact, Taco Negro is the perfect festival rig

    After coming back from two weeks in Utah we already had our next adventure set up: The Parkfield Bluegrass festival. Now, you might not think that our overlanding rig would be the best thing to take to a bluegrass festival. You would be wrong. Overlanders make excellent festivarians (to borrow the word from Planet Bluegrass).…

  • The Last Days In Utah

    The Last Days In Utah

    I’d be hard pressed to top our hike on Angel’s Landing. We really enjoyed our time in Zion! But the rest of the hikes we took in the Park were shorter and nowhere near as awesome. In fact, of the big trails in Zion, Angel’s Landing was the only one open while we were there.…

  • Oh! Zion

    Oh! Zion

    We got an earlier-than-normal start for our first day at Zion National Park. Both of were excited to see what Zion had to offer. While there was a line of cars waiting to enter Zion, it was pretty short. And while the parking lot looked full, that was only the area closest to the shuttle…

  • Reunited!

    Reunited!

    It’s not every day that I get to roll through McCarran Airport and pick up somebody in an awesome vehicle like Taco Negro. And luckily, that “somebody” was Michael. In case you’re wondering, originally we were supposed to go on this two-week trip together. But when Michael went to check with his brother about watching…

  • Going Back Down South

    Going Back Down South

    And having fun with free camping. I won’t lie. I cried as I drove through Capitol Reef National Park on Highway 24. I hated to leave. A solution came to me while I was still in the Park: when I get home, I need to go through all of my Utah pictures. ALL of them.…

  • Weird, Wonderful Utah

    Weird, Wonderful Utah

    Adventures in both slot canyons and BLM camping My odd little campsite outside of Capitol Reef National Park may have been within a stone’s throw of somebody’s house (okay, a loooong stone’s throw) but nobody bothered me at all. It wasn’t too cold and the wind died off for good around midnight. I poked my…