Robin

Dear Robin, you’ve stolen my heart. Our road is strewn with smiles from cheek to cheek.

Today is your 281,364th mile

The clutch peddle operating its one millionth time.

Thank you for being just the way you are.

Allot has happened to you over the years. You bear many temporary fixes as permanent as they tell a good story of the tales along the way.

For every busted knuckle, there was a greasy mess. Thank you for teaching me the meaning of “if it still leaks there’s still oil in it”

Your life before me was one of noble adventure, you served as a home for a very special person. Tanager and Robin adventure were monuments. Spanning from Washington all the way to the tip of Baja. You and your rock climber friend had many epic adventures.

The cabin she built into your bed was one of extreme robust nature. With real 2x4 studs it weighed so much that your suspension was soft and floaty.

When we first met, you were leaking oil fast. We just managed to bring enough with us to get home. Despite many the setbacks you got tuned up with a main seal, fuel pump seal, oil pan seal, Old Man Emu suspension and a new igniter. Someone had drilled a hole through your head while attempting to remove a broken bolt. No problemo! We fixed that up good with a Helio coil.

Your bed made for the most memorable camping adventures. Thank you for always keeping us save and happy. Your capable 4x4 has gotten us to some of the most remote and beautiful places.

Thanks for getting me home from the wild and scenic. I’m so excited about what is still in store for us.

From The Mountains to the Rivers.

Only one week after creating this page Robin and I suffered a horrible accident.

The roads were icy and I had recently picked up a 360 GoPro camera. I put the cam on a stick and held it out the window, promptly lost control and rolled the truck.

I hurt my arm pretty bad that day. The guilt and shame of injuring myself and crashing my truck has been intense. I’m continuing this story in an effort to forgive myself.

This photo was taken one day before the incident.

So grateful to be alive after this incident. I could have lost my life or my arm that day. The tow truck driver flopped the truck back over and towed it away. I refused to ride in the ambulance to the hospital. Peter came and picked me up and I went home. I was fairly convinced I hadn’t broken my arm and my stubborn ass never went to the hospital. Robin’s landed on my left forearm. Muscle and tendon was crushed pretty bad. It’s been a long recovery but all of the Accupuncture and chyropractor visits have helped considerably.

Continuing on down the road, Robin made a visit to Christmas Valley Sand dunes where we buckled up and rallied the truck around once more. It felt good to have her back doing what she does best.