Road Notes: Back in Montana 🏔️🦊

We made it to Montana!

A little later than originally planned, because apparently leaving exactly when we intend to leave is merely a suggestion at this point. 😂

But we made it last night and pulled into our campground for the evening.

And almost immediately, it brought back memories.

We’ve stayed at this campground before.

The first time we were here, Bug was almost three months old. 🥹

He was still this tiny little baby traveling around with us, and it was long before Foxfire & Freeways ever became a thing.

Now we’re back.

Bug is walking everywhere, getting into everything, charming people in every state we visit, trying new foods and—because apparently this is his life now—owns his first sword. 😂⚔️

Meanwhile, I’ve spent the months between those two visits documenting our travels, our festivals, our ridiculous camper moments and all the little pieces of life that happen somewhere between one destination and the next.

It’s funny how returning somewhere can suddenly show you just how much has changed.

And Montana is just as beautiful as I remember. 🏔️🧡

I really wish we could’ve spent a little more time at this campground, but we only reserved it for one night since we’re moving into a hotel for this weekend’s festivities.

Our grand plan of using the extra time to reorganize the camper and tackle the laundry?

Yeah…

That didn’t happen. 😂

That’s okay.

Maybe Monday, once we get to our next campsite, I’ll finally get a chance to tackle the mountain of laundry and restore some kind of order to our tiny rolling home.

Today, though, the plan is pretty simple.

First: breakfast.

Then a little shopping because we need a new water filter.

After that, we’ll head over to the festival grounds to drop off the gear and drums before checking into our hotel and getting ready for the weekend.

And honestly?

It’s a gorgeous day in Montana.

The sun is out, we’re back somewhere that holds memories from when Bug was still tiny, and another festival weekend is waiting for us.

Sometimes you don’t realize how far you’ve come until the road brings you somewhere you’ve already been.

Last time we were here, Bug was almost three months old.

This time he’s running around with his own little personality—and probably looking for his next opportunity to steal someone’s food. 😂🧡

And somewhere between those two versions of us…

Foxfire & Freeways was born.

That’s pretty cool to think about.

Now, breakfast.

Because even sentimental road warriors need to eat. 😂🦊

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Foxfire & Freeways: Colorado — Old Friends, Highland Games & Bug’s First Sword ⚔️🏔️🧡

We made it back to Colorado on Thursday, and after all the miles we’ve been putting behind us lately, we didn’t do much of anything that evening.

We got settled.

We relaxed.

And honestly?

It was nice.

Friday brought something a little different.

We had an event to attend that Bug wasn’t able to come to, but thankfully we have some pretty amazing friends who offered to watch him for a couple of hours while Chris and I went and did our thing.

And I’m not gonna lie…

It was kinda nice not having a baby in tow for a few hours. 😂🧡

I love that little boy more than anything, but getting to dress up, go out and just be us for a little while felt good.

The event was at The Lyric, which turned out to be a really cool place.

It had this funky vintage ’90s kind of vibe, artwork of all different styles around the place, and older cartoons playing—including Powerpuff Girls and Johnny Test.

Basically, there was always something weird or interesting to look at. 😂

We ran into some friends who were attending too, which made the night even better.

And they had kombucha on tap.

So naturally…

I took advantage of that. 🤣

We also tried their pizza, which was good, although personally it was a little too thin for my liking.

Still, it was a fun night surrounded by good people, and having those couple of hours together without worrying about chasing a toddler around was something we don’t get very often anymore.

Then Saturday came.

Saturday was much quieter.

We spent some time in the mountains for a memorial for a family member who passed away suddenly.

It was a somber day, and one of those reminders that life can change far faster than any of us expect.

So I’m going to leave Saturday where it belongs—with family, remembrance and the mountains. 🧡

Then Sunday brought us back into the sunshine for something we’d been looking forward to.

The Sedaila Highland Games! ⚔️

Two of our dearest friends—and Bug’s godparents—had invited us, so naturally I had to break out my tartan dress.

And Bug?

Bug got to wear his kilt. 🥹

But apparently wearing a kilt wasn’t enough for our tiny Highlander.

His uncle bought him his first sword.

Y’ALL. 😂

You should have seen how proud this child was.

He was so happy with that sword, trying to carry it around while waddling along in his little kilt like he had somewhere extremely important to be.

Watching him have a go at wielding it was one of the cutest things I’ve seen.

Bug has officially acquired his first sword.

This seems like a completely reasonable milestone for a one-year-old in this family. 🤣⚔️

And since we were already embracing the Highland spirit, I may have done a little shopping…

Okay.

Ordering. 😂

Bug is getting his first proper kilt.

I’m getting a tartan skirt because I have this beautiful green corset to wear with it.

And Chris is getting a traditional great kilt.

They probably won’t arrive until around Christmas, but honestly, that’s kind of perfect.

I’m already thinking our first Christmas picture wearing our family colors might have to happen. 🥹🧡

After the Highland Games, the rest of our time in Colorado has been pretty quiet.

And I think we needed that.

We’ve spent the week relaxing, spending time with people we care about and enjoying being in one place for a little while before the road calls again.

Because tomorrow morning…

We’re heading to Montana. 🛣️

We’re leaving early enough to get there a day ahead of schedule since the band doesn’t play until Saturday and Sunday.

The plan is to grab a campground first, tackle the ever-growing mountain of laundry, reorganize the camper a bit and generally get our lives back together before we can check into our hotel for the weekend.

Because nothing says glamorous touring life quite like:

“Quick! We have an extra day! WASH EVERYTHING!” 🤣

Then it’ll be another festival weekend.

Another couple of shows.

Another few miles closer to the end of this incredible, exhausting, chaotic adventure.

Colorado gave us a little bit of everything this time around—fun, friends, remembrance, mountains, Highland Games…

And one extremely proud little boy waddling around with his very first sword. ⚔️🧡

That one I’m going to remember for a long time.

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Foxfire & Freeways: Hoover Dam, Circus Circus & the Mystery Green Jelly 🎪🦊

Vegas, round two!

Since we were already passing back through Las Vegas on our way toward Colorado, we stayed at the same KOA we used when we were headed toward the Grover Beach festival earlier in the tour.

Originally, we planned to leave for Colorado yesterday, but we decided to give ourselves another day instead.

Which meant…

Bonus adventure day! 😂

And this time, we finally went to see the Hoover Dam.

We didn’t actually drive across the dam. Instead, we walked along the walkway overlooking it from the highway.

And honestly?

That thing is impressive.

It’s one of those places where pictures don’t quite prepare you for actually standing there and seeing the sheer size of it in person.

After Hoover Dam, we decided to check out Circus Circus because a friend had told us it was worth seeing.

What we didn’t know was that the amusement park closes earlier than we expected.

Whoops. 😂

So we didn’t get to experience that part this time.

But that’s okay.

Apparently Las Vegas is slowly turning into one of those places where we keep saying:

“We’ll do that next time.”

And considering we’ve already ended up here twice on this tour…

There probably WILL be a next time. 🤣

We did, however, have dinner at a fancy steakhouse inside the casino.

And my lamb chops were ON POINT.

Lamb chops, mashed taters, grilled asparagus…

And then there was this little bowl of something green and shiny.

I stared at it.

It stared at me.

And my brain decided:

Lime Jell-O.

Which seemed like a very strange thing to serve alongside lamb chops, mashed potatoes and asparagus, but hey…

Maybe fancy restaurants know something I don’t. 😂

I wasn’t brave enough to taste it immediately, so naturally I did what any responsible mother would do.

I offered some to Bug. 🤣

His face said:

“Mother. What have you done?”

He looked like I’d just betrayed him.

So obviously now I had to figure out what this mysterious green substance actually was.

I tasted it.

Y’all.

IT WAS MINT JELLY.

Apparently you’re supposed to eat it with the lamb chops!

I sat there trying to process this information because I had absolutely no idea mint jelly and lamb was even a thing.

And no.

I did not put it on my lamb chops. 😂

Maybe someday I’ll be brave enough.

But apparently this was my first official case of Fancy Restaurant Confusion.

Thankfully, the lamb chops were delicious all by themselves.

Sorry, mint jelly.

Maybe next time.

After our extra day of Vegas adventures, we finally hitched everything back up and pointed the camper toward Colorado. 🛣️

We’ll make it to Grand Junction this evening and stay there for the night.

Then tomorrow, we’ve only got another couple of hours on the road before reaching our next destination, where we’ll actually get to stay put for almost an entire week.

An entire week without constantly moving the camper?!

Luxury. 😂

After that, though, it’s time to point north again.

Montana is waiting.

And with every stop now, we’re getting just a little bit closer to the end of this tour and eventually…

home. 🧡

But apparently there are still plenty of adventures—and questionable green substances—to experience before we get there.

🦊🧡

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Festival Life: Another One in the Books 🦊⚔️🧡

And just like that…

Another festival is officially in the books!

I didn’t take nearly as many pictures this weekend as I normally do, but that’s because I spent most of my time working the merch booth.

And honestly?

That’s okay.

Not every memory needs a hundred pictures attached to it. Sometimes you’re too busy actually living the weekend to document every minute of it.

This was a nice one.

The heat was actually tolerable—which, after some of the temperatures we’ve dealt with on this tour, felt like a gift from the festival gods. 😂

The weekend went well, we met some great people and, naturally…

Walter added a few more hearts to his little black book. 🤣🧡

This child.

Everywhere we go, he manages to collect another group of people who fall completely in love with him.

At this rate, we’re going to have to start keeping records.

The really exciting part is that they want us back next year!

If everything works out, we may just make that happen.

It’s kind of wild thinking about places we’ve visited for the first time this year possibly becoming places we return to next year. That’s one of the coolest parts of this whole adventure—watching new places and new people slowly become part of our story.

But for now…

We’re back on the road. 🛣️

We’re currently making our way toward Las Vegas, where we’ll stop for the night before continuing east.

And since we’ll be passing through the area, we’re thinking about making a stop at the Hoover Dam before heading toward Colorado.

Because apparently simply driving from Point A to Point B isn’t really how Foxfire & Freeways operates anymore. 😂

After that, we’re headed to Colorado for another show, and then we have to make our way north to Montana.

And here’s the part that almost doesn’t feel real yet:

Four more weeks.

That’s it.

Four more weeks of campgrounds.

Four more weeks of hitching and unhitching.

Four more weeks of festivals, shows, highways, gas stations, camper life and waking up somewhere different.

Then…

home. 🧡

As much as I’ve loved this adventure and everything we’ve experienced along the way, I’m definitely starting to feel that pull toward our own driveway.

My chickens.

My kitchen.

Our house.

And probably about a million things waiting for us when we get there. 😂

We’re not done yet, though.

There are still a few more miles to chase and a few more stories to collect before we finally point this rig toward Ohio.

But the countdown has officially begun.

Four weeks until home. 🦊🧡

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Foxfire & Freeways: Hollywood Stars, Funko Heaven & Missing Home 🎬⭐🦊

Well, we finally made it to Los Angeles!

And naturally, one of our first stops had to be Hollywood Boulevard. ⭐

We spent quite a while walking up and down the boulevard checking out part of the Hollywood Walk of Fame, looking at all the names beneath our feet and stopping to take pictures with some of our favorites.

And apparently our timing was almost really good.

We found out that Nia Long had received her star earlier that morning, with Snoop Dogg there for the ceremony.

We arrived something like two hours too late. 😂

Soooo close.

We’d secretly been hoping we’d happen to spot someone famous while we were wandering around Hollywood, but no celebrity sightings for us this time.

That’s okay. 😂

There were still plenty of famous names under our feet, and we had fun finding favorites and taking pictures along the way.

Eventually, all that walking meant one thing:

Food.

We stopped at Chicken Guy!, the chicken restaurant co-founded by Guy Fieri, and it was actually pretty good!

Then we continued exploring Hollywood…

And I found a dangerous place.

The Funko store.

Y’all.

I collect a few Funko Pops, so there was absolutely no way I was walking past that place without going inside. 😂

And calling it a “store” almost doesn’t do it justice.

It felt like walking into a little city of characters.

There were giant displays and characters from seemingly every corner of pop culture—Disney, sports, kids’ shows, adult shows, movies, television and just about everything else you could think of.

Naturally, I couldn’t leave empty-handed.

I found myself a new Jack and Sally Loungefly backpack that GLOWS IN THE DARK. 🖤

Because obviously I needed that.

Then I thought I’d grabbed a Bluey Pop for Bug.

Got back and realized…

Nope. I grabbed Bandit. 🤣

So apparently this means Bug now needs the whole Bluey set.

That’s how collecting works, right?

I also found Chris a John Elway Denver Broncos Funko Pop, so everybody came away with a little something.

But there was one thing I left behind that I may regret.

They had a Star Trek bag with a TRIBBLE COIN PURSE attached to it.

A TRIBBLE.

COIN.

PURSE.

😂

I may have to come back for that someday.

They also have a section where you can build your own Funko Pop, which immediately gave me another idea for a future visit.

Next time, I might have to make Pops representing our whole little Foxfire & Freeways family.

Because apparently I need another hobby to spend money on. 😂

We had originally planned to head over and explore Sunset Boulevard too, but after being gone for a while, we felt like we needed to get back to the campground for Sunna.

So Sunset Boulevard will have to wait for another Los Angeles adventure.

And when we come back, there’s one Walk of Fame star in particular I want to find.

Ozzy Osbourne. 🖤

The Prince of Darkness.

He’s been sorely missed, and getting a picture with his star is something I’d really like to do someday.

I know I’ll see him again in another life.

Until then, finding his little piece of Hollywood will have to do. 🖤

Even our campground had a little bit of Hollywood tucked into it.

Several areas around the property have apparently been used as filming locations and are still used for filming today. As we looked around, there were a few places that felt strangely familiar—including this huge, long row of red-and-white horse stalls that I swear I’ve seen somewhere before.

I couldn’t place what movie or show I remembered it from, but it was one of those:

“WAIT. I KNOW THAT!”

…followed immediately by having absolutely no idea what I know it from. 😂

And now we’ve traded Hollywood for Oceanside, California, where we’re only about 15 minutes from where we need to be for this weekend.

After that?

Monday we point the truck toward Colorado, and then it’s on to Montana.

And just like that, this leg of the tour is starting to come to a close.

It’s a strange feeling.

We’ve seen so much.

We’ve driven so many miles.

We’ve watched Bug grow and change right in front of us while experiencing places we’d only ever seen in pictures.

And I’ve loved it.

But…

I’m ready to go home. 🧡

I miss my chickens.

I miss our house.

And dear lord, I MISS BEING ABLE TO COOK. 😂

There’s still road ahead of us before we get there, though.

So we’re not quite done chasing miles yet.

But for the first time in a while, every mile ahead is slowly starting to point us back toward home.

🦊🧡

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Road Notes: Chinatown, Jade & a Three-Person Bowl of Soup 🥢🦊

Our next San Francisco adventure took us somewhere we’d been looking forward to exploring:

Chinatown. 🏮

And wow—there was so much to take in.

The neighborhood had an energy and character all its own, with restaurants, markets, shops and vendors lining the streets. It was really neat getting to experience a small glimpse of the food, traditions and history that have helped make San Francisco’s Chinatown what it is today.

And speaking of food…

There were restaurants everywhere, so many that deciding where to eat became an adventure all by itself. After looking around, we finally settled on Far East Seafood Restaurant.

The restaurant was beautiful and had a surprisingly fancy feel to it, and since I’ve been trying to introduce Bug to all kinds of different foods while we’re traveling, I decided we’d share some minced chicken and corn egg soup.

It sounded like a good plan.

The bowl was apparently meant to feed about three people.

No problem. Bug was going to help Mama.

Except Bug had other ideas. 😂

I gave him some to try and…

Yeah.

That didn’t go particularly well.

So there I sat with what was essentially a family-sized bowl of soup and apparently only one willing participant.

Me.

And you know what?

I ate the whole damn thing. 🤣

Thankfully, it was delicious! The flavor reminded me a lot of chicken and dumplings—just without the dumplings—and apparently that was enough motivation for me to accidentally eat soup for three.

Afterward, we spent some time walking around Chinatown and browsing the different shops and vendors.

There was SO much to look at.

I spotted several beautiful pieces of jade that definitely caught my eye, but many of the little shops were pretty tight inside.

Trying to maneuver Bug’s stroller through them would’ve been…

Well…

Like a bull in a china shop. 😂

So the jade stayed safely on the shelves, the merchandise survived our visit, and we continued wandering.

One of my favorite parts of traveling has been getting the chance to experience communities outside of what we’re familiar with—trying different foods, learning a little history, seeing different traditions and simply taking in places we might never have experienced if we’d stayed home.

Sometimes the adventure is a huge landmark or a national park.

Other times it’s walking through a historic neighborhood, trying something new for lunch and realizing you’ve somehow eaten enough soup for an entire table. 😂

Either way, it’s another experience added to the story.

Another neighborhood explored.

Another new food offered to Bug—even if he wasn’t quite ready to add this one to his favorites.

And another little piece of San Francisco added to Foxfire & Freeways. 🦊🧡

Now we’ll see where the road takes us next.

Preferably somewhere that serves soup in individual portions. 🤣

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Foxfire & Freeways: Alcatraz, the Golden Gate & a Well-Earned Pizza 🏝️🌉🦊

Well, if you figured out one of the clues from our Seattle post…

Yep. We went to Alcatraz!

And our legs definitely knew about it afterward. 😂

We caught the ferry over to the island, and after our accidental ferry adventure in Seattle, apparently we’re becoming ferry people now.

The ride over was beautiful, the weather cooperated, and before long we were stepping onto an island with a whole lot of history packed into a relatively small space.

There was a LOT of walking, especially once you start making your way uphill, but it was completely worth it.

Everywhere you look, there’s another piece of the island’s past.

Some of the buildings are currently undergoing restoration and preservation work, which was interesting in itself. Alcatraz isn’t frozen in time—it takes constant work to preserve these old structures so future generations can continue walking through them and learning their stories.

But you know what else caught my attention?

The plants. 😂🌱

There were succulents EVERYWHERE.

And naturally, the little plant-loving voice in my head went:

“I wonder if I could take just one tiny clipping…” 👀

Absolutely not.

The park rangers made it very clear that nothing leaves the island.

Fineeeee. 😂

I behaved.

Besides, it’s California.

Those little beauties aren’t exactly difficult to find around here.

…wink. 😉

Walking through Alcatraz was fascinating, though. There’s something different about learning history while physically standing in the place where it happened.

The old buildings.

The cells.

The views across the bay.

The stories tied to the island.

And that strange contrast between such a beautiful location and the much darker history contained within it.

By the time we caught the ferry back, our feet were tired, but our San Francisco adventure wasn’t quite over yet.

Remember that second clue?

Well…

Golden Gate Bridge! 🌉

And I have a confession.

For some reason, part of me expected the Golden Gate Bridge to actually be…

gold. 😂

It’s definitely NOT.

It’s more of a burnt reddish-orange color, which I later learned is actually called International Orange.

So apparently the Golden Gate Bridge isn’t golden, but it was still beautiful nevertheless. 😂

We drove across it, took in the views and officially checked another famous landmark off our growing list.

Then after Alcatraz, ferries, hills, walking and the Golden Gate Bridge, we returned to the campground and participated in another very important travel activity:

We took a nap. 🤣

And dinner?

Delivery pizza.

Because sometimes you spend the day exploring one of America’s most famous cities…

And sometimes you eat pizza at the camper afterward because you’re tired. 😂🍕

Tomorrow is going to be a little different.

First, we’re giving the camper some much-needed attention—cleaning, reorganizing and attempting to restore some kind of order to the tiny home we’ve been dragging around the country.

Then we’re heading back into San Francisco.

Not for another prison.

Not for another bridge.

This time…

We’re going to eat somewhere. 👀🍽️

And that’s ALL I’m telling you.

You’ll have to stay tuned to see where Foxfire & Freeways ends up next. 🦊

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🔥🛣️

Backroad Notes: Uh Oh… Bug Found His Feet 😂🧡

Well, it’s happening.

Bug is walking.

Not just taking a couple hesitant steps before plopping back down anymore, either.

This little dude is getting CONFIDENT. 😂

It feels like it happened almost overnight.

At Grover Beach, he was still practicing—taking some steps here and there, but not quite trusting himself enough to really take off.

Then we went to Pismo State Beach.

Something about having all that sand beneath his feet and the Pacific stretched out in front of him must have flipped a switch, because he walked an entire yard length toward the water all by himself.

And apparently that was all the proof he needed.

Fast-forward to our hotel outside Portland, and suddenly Bug was showing off.

Back and forth across the room he went, getting steadier and more confident with every trip.

At one point he even started looking suspiciously close to a RUN.

Sir.

You JUST figured out walking. 😂

Can we please enjoy this milestone for five minutes before you unlock the next level?!

And now that he’s figured out those little legs, you can see how proud he is of himself. He wants down. He wants to explore. He wants to GO.

Our little road baby isn’t content just watching the adventures from Mama or Papa’s arms anymore.

He wants to walk into them himself. 🥹

And apparently all this growing up works up an appetite, because today brought another first:

Fried shrimp! 🍤

I wasn’t sure what he’d think about it, but Bug approved.

He didn’t scarf it down like his beloved fries, either. 😂 He sat there taking his time, nibbling away at his shrimp and apparently deciding this was something worth savoring.

Another food officially added to Bug’s ever-growing list of things he’s tried on the road.

It’s funny watching all these tiny milestones happen while we’re traveling.

A first taste here.

A few steps there.

Then suddenly those few steps become an entire stretch of beach…

And before you know it, your baby is almost running around a hotel room while casually eating fried shrimp. 😂

Slow down just a LITTLE bit, Bug.

Mama would like a chance to catch up. 🧡

But I know that’s not how this works.

So we’ll keep taking the pictures, writing down the little moments and cheering him on as those tiny feet carry him farther and farther into the world.

Our littlest road warrior has officially found his feet. 🦊🛣️🧡

And something tells me we’re about to spend a whole lot more time chasing Bug while we’re chasing miles. 😂

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling.

Foxfire & Freeways: Seattle Had Other Plans ⚾⛴️🦊

Remember when I said Seattle didn’t just give us a visit?

Seattle gave us a whole damn chapter. 😂

Tuesday afternoon, we left our campground and started making our way toward the city. We were about two and a half hours away, and the map gave us three different routes to choose from.

So we picked one.

Simple enough, right?

Well…

Somewhere along the way we realized the toll road we were following wasn’t exactly taking us toward the highway like we’d thought.

It was taking us to a ferry. 😂

We hadn’t planned on taking a ferry.

At all.

We checked the map again and realized our other option meant backtracking and adding roughly another two hours just to work our way around toward Tacoma.

So we looked at each other and basically said…

Well, I guess we’re taking a ferry.

And honestly?

BEST accidental decision ever. ⛴️

Neither of us had ever ridden one before, so suddenly our wrong turn had turned into another first for the trip.

We drove aboard with the truck and then discovered there was an upper passenger deck where everyone could get out of their vehicles, grab something to eat or drink, sit down and watch the shoreline go by until we reached the other side.

Obviously, I grabbed Bug and up we went.

I wanted him to experience it too—the wind blowing through his hair, the deep grumble of those huge motors beneath us, the ferry horn and the water stretching out around him.

He absolutely loved it.

And there I was thinking we’d taken the wrong road.

Sometimes the wrong road turns out to be exactly the one you were supposed to take.

The ferry eventually dropped us right into downtown Seattle, where we found the nearest parking garage, parked the truck and decided we’d explore the rest of the city on foot.

Driving through an unfamiliar busy city stresses both of us out anyway.

Walking sounded much better.

Although somebody probably should have warned my legs about Seattle’s hills. 😂

Pushing a stroller UP them?

Workout.

Going back DOWN?

WHEEEEEEE. 🤣

Then, while we were already wandering around Seattle, we made another completely last-minute decision:

Why not go to a baseball game?

The stadium was only about a 30-minute walk away.

So off we went.

Before the game, though, food was definitely required.

We stopped at Cookie’s Country Chicken, where the chicken was delicious and the nuggets were absolutely massive.

Bug managed two of them…

But naturally had absolutely no trouble putting away the fries.

Because if there’s one consistent theme throughout this child’s travels, it’s apparently:

When in doubt, order fries. 😂🍟

After eating, that walk to the stadium didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore.

Then we arrived for another first:

Bug’s first baseball game! ⚾

And once again, he surprised us with how well he did.

He hung out through the game like he’d been doing this forever.

Although I’m not entirely convinced he cared much about baseball.

You see…

There were some ladies sitting behind us.

And Bug apparently decided they were the main attraction. 😂

He spent plenty of time flashing them his most charming smiles, giggling and generally doing what Bug does best:

Collecting more members for his fan club.

Meanwhile, the Seattle Mariners weren’t having the greatest night against the Texas Rangers, so we decided to leave a little early.

Partly because of the score.

Mostly because thousands of people were eventually going to leave that stadium at the same time, and we still had a ferry to catch. 😂

So we made our way back across Seattle, retrieved the truck and headed toward the ferry for our ride back.

By the time we finally returned to the campground that night, we’d managed to turn what started as an accidental route into one of our favorite spontaneous days of the trip.

Our first ferry ride.

Bug’s first baseball game.

A whole lot of walking.

A whole lot of hills.

Good chicken.

More fries.

And another reminder that sometimes the adventures you never planned are the ones that end up being the most fun.

The next morning, though, it was time to start heading south again.

California is calling us back. 🌴🦊

And we’ve got something pretty fun planned around San Francisco this weekend.

I’m not going to give it away just yet…

But I’ll leave you with two clues. 👀

One has collected more than a century of stories, and some of the most interesting ones are the ones people still argue about today.

The other has spent nearly 90 years standing against wind, fog and time, while millions of people have traveled past it without ever forgetting the view.

Two very different pieces of history.

Both instantly recognizable…

once you know what you’re looking for. 😉

Think you’ve figured out what we have planned?

Keep your guesses to yourself for now—let’s see who recognizes them when the pictures start appearing. 😂

California, we’re coming back for another adventure.

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling. 🦊🔥🛣️