365 Days on the Road

April 27, 2014 we headed out on our grand adventure to see the country. We sold the majority of our belongings: minus the books, photo albums, and home videos, those went to storage, and moved our family of six into our 35 ft Zinger.


Getting Rid of our Belongings


Since that time we have lived in four different states and added to our Band of Travelers a new member, Lucy Valentina, born February 14 in New Mexico.

Lucy Valentina


In Texas we saw our first rodeo and climbed Enchanted Rock.Llano, TX Rodeo

Enchanted Rock TX

From there we moved on to Cloudcroft, New Mexico where we lived at an elevation of over 9000 ft with a glorious daytime temperature of 70 degrees. I saw my first herd of elk and the wild horses of the Mescalero Apache Reservation.

Cloudcroft, New Mexico

And the children had the time of their lives sledding in summer at the White Sands National Monument.

White Sands National Monument

Not finished with the Land of Enchantment we moved north to the Four Corners area where we visited 700 + year old cliff dwellings and took a six hour train ride from Durango, CO to the old mining town of Silverton.

spruce tree dwelling

Durango Silverton Train

We stayed in New Mexico longer than intended as we waited for the birth of our precious sixth child Lucy.

As winter drug on we decided it was time to move to a warmer climate and ended up in Huachuca City, AZ. Here we learned about people like Doc Holiday and Wyatt Earp. We visited Tombstone.

Oliver and Doc Holiday

Oliver and Doc Holiday


Bisbee, AZ

Old Tucson.

Medicine man show

The Chiricahua National Monument.

Chiricahua National Monument

And the Saguaro National Park.

Saguaro Cacti

These are but a few of the places we have been and the sights we have seen. As a family we have learned more about our country’s Western history than either Jim or I ever learned in school and we have walked streets where some of that history was made.

As we start our second year we look forward to continuing our education as we trek across the country.


The Worst Name for a Cemetery – Ever!

20140517_135640Baby Head Cemetery. Yes, you read it right. Could there be a more troubling name? If there is please don’t tell me, I would rather not know. If you read the plaque in the photo above you will see that the cemetery derives its name from an event that took place in the 1850’s in which a small child was killed on a nearby ‘mountain’ by an Indian. The ‘mountain’ was thereafter called Baby Head Mountain. There was also a Baby Head Creek and Baby Head Village. Quite a morbid group, weren’t they.

When you tell your children that you are going to visit a historical site called Baby Head Cemetery you get some pretty perplexed questions. “Are there really baby heads there?” “Is it like the floating baby head on Phineas and Ferb?”

baby headNo, it’s none of those things. But it was a rather interesting place. The oldest grave in the cemetery belonged to a child that died on New Year’s Day 1884.

20140517_140343I must admit that it was sobering to see so many graves belonging to children, some had not yet been named at the time of their deaths. Ivy and Willow noticed that some of the graves had flowers by them and so made it their mission to pick wild flowers and place them by the unadorned stones.

IMG_3133With the thoughts of death and loss that are brought on by being in such a place there were still reminders of the hope that we have in the resurrection and reunion of believers that awaits us.

20140517_140840It reads We Will Meet Again.