If the theme of my last Connected States column was about friends on the road, this one is about strangers. Those people who you never would have met if you hadn’t ventured from the nest. On the road through Montana, Idaho, and Oregon, I was lucky enough to meet some rather wonderful unfamiliars, some of whom really…
I've been living on the road for more than a year. Seattle, Los Angeles, San Diego, Baja, Las Vegas, Tempe. Something like 20,000 miles. Let me break down a few of the things I've learned along the way.
Trevor Gordon's surfing trip in his Jeep Comanche camper captures the emotions of independence, isolation, and adventure so well I can almost feel the sand under my boots and cold mist on my hands watching this.
Cars and surfboards are like peas and car-rots. They just go together. Give me a board, a wetsuit, a couple cans of beans and an old beater car and I'll be set for days, combing the coast on the hunt for waves.
The car-surfing craze may have peaked here in the United States, but it's only aged just enough for it to be cool to an Quebec police officer who didn't think about who might be filming his fantôme ride.
Even Hurricane Irene wasn't enough to stop a few surfing and waterskiing enthusiasts from hitting the waves on summer's penultimate weekend — even if it meant riding some floodwaters while towed behind a car.