Tag: vanlife
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Undressing Ripley.
Well, Ripley is slightly undressed. Storms predicted tomorrow so we are leaving her under wraps for another one or two nights (Who is Ripley?). Meanwhile, its side flaps up and Kelly inside splinking, splonking and kerfuffling around in draws and cupboards. Airing out the dankness, wiping clean the nooks, and checking to see what biohazards…
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Notice your chains.
Cody Mitchell is a photographer (with a propensity for using analogue film), and videographer who is currently travelling the US in his converted campervan. He has an obvious love of the outdoors and of living a low impact lifestyle which he attempts to convey in his YouTube videos. His YouTube channel made a random appearance…
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That’s a wrap.
Ripley is all washed, wrapped up an bedded down for a couple of weeks. I’m off to a meditation retreat & Kelly will be working. Spent the morning washing away the accumulated mud, bug kill and grease from our last trip. Ripley is a big girl and it takes a while to reach all her…
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I’m going to FLOP at this truck stop.
Location: ///undergrad.sibling.dissolving Basically, I’m sleeping at a truck stop tonight. I’m still about an hour away from the place I need to be tomorrow morning, but it’s tea o’clock, it’s all rainy and gloomy and I’m feeling driver-drowsy. Eww, a truck stop? I find something kinda neat about staying at a truck stop overnight. And…
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Day 13, 14 & 15: Bright.
Location: ///witless.chauffeur.pouty Stunning Autumn colours. The trees are burnt gold and deep toffee plumb and mustard yellows. Underfoot this slippery crunchy fallen canopy wraps Bright in a coat of many colours. From the Great Ocean Road, to the Victorian Alps. It has been a great trip. And Bright has really turned it on for our…
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Day 12: Blower Man & Mower Man.
Tonight we are in one of our regular campsites, a van park in Yackandandah. Location: ///cumbersome.fizzle.rally We love this secluded little park at the Yack. I remember during our last visit (a few years back) we were interrupted by the owner just as we settled in to happy hour. At the time I wrote: “I…
