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It started with 122 days of Honey-many-moon adventure spanning 4 continents and approximately 49,000 miles. Now we will use this space to share our other journeys. Onward!

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The BIG Move! Days 13-14: The O in OMG. Oregon is volcano country--all kinds of weird geologically cool things to explore (until the big one and we all die). Crater Lake is just unspeakable. We wish the park management was nicer about the whole ‘dog’ thing, but I guess this was our first taste of Oregon. Dogs are people here. They’re often off-leash, survivors in a crisis, comforts in times of distress; they’re lazy (according to OSU)...and at Oregon’s only National Park, dogs are firmly put in their place, the parking lot. 

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The BIG Move! Day 12, a.k.a “The American Carpathians, yeesh” and “Doors that open like ‘this’ and like ‘this’” We head out into the South Lake Tahoe wilderness for the most expensive of our camps. The stars were magnificent, and the night was COLD. There’s snooooow in them hills. Wham, ski season begins in earnest and we itch, itch, itch to be back in those bindings. Soon. Lake Tahoe is lovely, but it’s a bit [________] for us. Onward we scoot. North, with hasty dispatch, my Captain!

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The BIG Move! Day 11: Bishop, CA to Tahoe, a.k.a. “Who’s Afraid of John Muir?” a play in three acts. The Devil’s Postpile, Obsidian Dome, and Mono Lake (a most salty conclusion). Erin begins catcalling California again (because it’s just so pritty-pritty). Geologicitis is setting in and our eyes widen as we gawp at Earth’s protected majesty. We lift our taster glasses to good ol’ TR, man. Bully, bully. 

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The BIG Move! Day 10: Vegas, a.k.a “Flee the desert service economy! Flee!” Crossing into California, we see the earth’s oldest living organisms. “Mistakes? No, these are 4,000yrs of on purpose.” Bristlecone Pines can grow only where almost nothing else can, up 11,000ft of switchbacks, hairpin turns and no guardrails. Better than Vegas.

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The BIG Move! Day 8-9: The Grand Canyon, a.k.a. “Someone needs to address the top-1% of all Canyons.” We decide to camp on the South Rim at Mather, with its welcome infestation of mule deer and somewhat less so, tarantulas. Esteban decides he is mostly meant for the front seat now, and we acquiesce to his 60lbs of “front wheel drive” on a 20lb dog. Also, s’mores. Yes. 

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The BIG Move! Day 8, Gallup to The Grand Canyon Part 1, a.k.a “National Parks-and-go!” Now ex-New Yorkers, Erin and Sam learn more about this slow (perhaps even glacial?) thing called TIME. (wah, wah, Dad!) We cross paths for a special lunch with ‘grammers @jlu and @norasays in cute Flagstaff and then head up to The Grand Canyon.

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The BIG Move! Day 7: Marfa, TX to Gallup, NM: a.k.a “You said Butte,” a.k.a. Missed Connections “Your name was jLu and we were supposed to meet in Gallup...” This desert thing is getting serious now. Erin declares her shoulder may be rendered permanently “burny hot.” Note: Native American gift shops in Acoma Pueblo Territory close :30 early without a single fuck to give, and we are okay with this.  

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The BIG Move! Day 6: Austin to Marfa via 290W, a.k.a. The Three Meat Plate, a.k.a. The Bloody Super Bloody Moon of 2015. Erin and Sam sample Texan wine country, honor our 36th president (from a respectable distance, per his request), and perused the Marfalist (= Gothamist - 99.9% of “reportable things”).

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The BIG Move! Day 5: New Orleans to Austin, TX - a.k.a The Hunger Games of 2015. We are soundly defeated by bridge bats. Erin and Sam attempt to starve one another in some ill-advised lunch-skipping gesture. Banana-box Esteban begins to look tasty. 

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First thing you do  / is drive on through that Holland Tunnel  /  Pay your toll to the soul on the other side-- Pick up your ticket  /  everything will be alright.

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The BIG Move! Day 4: New Orleans, Louisiana - a.k.a “In the year 2425,” Erin will (likely) still be Graham’s transcriptionist. A road-weary couple is Gimme’d Shelter by a friend and VIP’d around in a pick-up vehicle of worthy repute. Esteban is deemed a “Whatchoo say, ASSlandic Sheepdog?” Governor Nicholls also returns from the grave, and someone felt Chinese nosh needed a bisl a sheynem dank, ai-ai-ai, Reuben Fried Rice! Mwah, I love you Red’s Chinese. 

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The Big Move! Day 4: Atlanta to New Orleans via Mobile - a.k.a Ooh we actually start moving WEST, and that moment Erin realizes our car is one of those “far from home” types. We learned many valuable lessons - 1. When Esteban succeeds in totalling the Banana Box, he IS insured, and he will get a hefty biscuits payout. 2. Paul Biloxski (da nerve of dat guy!) 3. Hundred dollar idea: fortune-telling your thighs after a beignet dusting. 4. Driving 1400 miles causes mental decay. 

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The BIG Move! Day 3 - VA to Atlanta: Driving on an Interstate composed almost entirely of trucks, a.k.a. Erin & Sam get defeated by the Waze app. Erin got talked into working a day, and Esteban is introduced to a 4-star couch.

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The BIG move! Day 1-2: NYC to Shenandoah National Park. Camping 2015, a.k.a The Great Potato-Fire of 2015. a.k.a. Esteban goes from "zero-to-onehundred...back to 20." Andy and Jess bestow many blessings on our journey + carnitas.

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Here are pictures from our September 2014 trip to Tuscany and Piedmont. We visited with our dear friends, Miki and Simone + baby Juno. Sam’s Mom joined us for a few days from Ireland. 

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Here are pictures from our September 2014 trip to Tuscany and Piedmont. We visited with our dear friends, Miki and Simone + baby Juno. Sam’s Mom joined us for a few days from Ireland. 

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Obviously, the real key to improving palliative care for those suffering from chronic caffeine withdrawal is to have a thoughtful spouse (with thumbs) who makes morning cappuccinos. But to avoid falling, bruising, speaking, and other hazards, one needs to also have a trained Coffee Service Dog, who alerts said patient to varying stages in the coffee "readiness" process. If you listen carefully you will hear, a milk steamer, a knock box, and...my daily alarm clock. This picture is his “coffee readiness stance,” no joke.