As many of you know, Mama Nomad’s birthday was a few weeks ago. We like to celebrate by creating memories rather than giving tangible gifts. With our lifestyle of traveling, more physical gifts means more weight and takes up more space. In typical Nomad fashion, Mama Nomad was given the… Continue reading
It’s August 16, 1969. Where are you? I, just so happen, to not be born yet. In fact, my parents have not even met each other; they are just young little things themselves. If I could get that darned flux capacitor to work, I would be enjoying the day at… Continue reading
As some of you know, we had a bear attack our trash receptacle, flip it over, move it and strow trash everywhere. I definitely was not a happy camper as Trevor and I had to clean it up. Then, Mama Nomad noticed that in another part of the forested yard… Continue reading
