07: Week Five


Yesterday we woke up in the rain.

Tent's rainfly was soaked. Laundry we hung up to dry was pretty moist. Shoes were damp.

But spirits were high.

Nothing like some nature time for rejuvenation.

Portland, Maine


Portland was also a pretty rad town, of the coastal party scene variety. 

We only managed a short weekend there, and then a quick stop to drop off some beer to our generous hosts. James and Brian welcomed us right into their lives for two days, with some night life, some swimming on the river, and a sweet barbecue at sunset. 

Acadia National Park


So our weekly updates are a little less than weekly. But we're trying. 

This past week (or weekish segment of time), we found ourselves mostly deep in Maine's Acadia National Park, found on a big island way up north in Maine called Mount Desert. 


After our rainy last morning, we found our way to a coffee shop for breakfast and to plot our next moves. 


Taste of blueberry-basil lemonade c/o of our friendly barista Heather at The Independent, a cafe in Bar Harbor. 

Camping Acadia

I'm learning cribbage from Luc, keep the ol' brain sharp.

I'm learning cribbage from Luc, keep the ol' brain sharp.

After Portland, Maine, we camped for four nights in and around Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island... Way way up there in the northeast. Kinda San Juan Islands-y. 

Sidenote: Dad, we broke the lantern. Back in week two. But we'll fix it or replace it!

(But in the meantime, a flashlight + an opaque water bottle can work wonders...)

We got a couple great hikes in up there.

Overall, Maine is a pretty sweet spot. 


We woke up at 330 one morning, drove to what we thought was Cadillac Mountain, location of one of the earliest sunrises in North America... Also, drivable and quite touristy. 

We ended up at a different mountain somehow, walking up a wagon road in the dark, reasonably convinced we were lost and sure to miss the sunrise... until we came across a trailhead around 5am. 

At the top of that, we found an empty peak and a world about to wake up. 

Turned out we were on Mount Sergeant instead, where we caught the whole thing. 

Sitting in Boston again, our pitstop on the way to Washington DC, where we'll spend a couple days exploring and catching up with our pal Angie. 

We went to DC in 8th grade for a school trip, perhaps the beginnings of our traveling duo... Now the return.


03: Week One "On The Road"


To recap: last week we packed up our lives into a van and hit the road, leaving fair West Seattle and our possibly hottest local summer ever behind.





Sam and Landon!

Sam and Landon!

We were blessed to see so many of our loved ones before we left at the street fair and beyond.

At this point, we've driven over 2000 miles -- through Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, and South Dakota -- and collectively biked a few hundred miles across Iowa.

Safe to say, our baby needs a wash. 

Here she is before all the dirt and bugs.

Here she is before all the dirt and bugs.

Huge thanks to the Maddy's (Luc's cousins/family) for letting us stay our first night on Flathead Lake.

First spill.

First spill.

Ooh ya, that's a nice pack...

Ooh ya, that's a nice pack...

Our mirror.

Our mirror.

We out here.

We out here.

Currently sitting at the halfway point and reflecting via this here triplog blog.


On the way over we tried out a couple of KOA campgrounds - Kampsites of America. It's like an RV resort, complete with wi-fi, swimming pools, and regular camp sites. Not the camping we grew up with necessarily, but pretty nice stay for $30-40 bucks a night.

We stayed in Yellowstone valley (though we didn't make it to Yellowstone National Park proper, this time.)

Had to get some monuments and national parks in along the way.

Sad to say, we rushed 'em -- had to get to Iowa.



s/o to the roadtrip art box

s/o to the roadtrip art box



The night time lighting ceremony at Mt. Rushmore made for a curious mix of monumentous-ness, tourists, and what may be considered near-radioactive levels of patriotism.

We love this country (godblesstheusa), but the Discovery channel video presentation may have been a little too much.

Maybe let the ol' faces speak for themselves?


Buffalo, Wyoming brought us great barbecue and an incredibly authentic wild west experience at the Century Club - where the PBR's sell for 1.50 on draft, ($1 on happy hour.)


Eventually, we made it to Iowa. The land of milk and honey. (Or cornfields and parallel highways.)


RAGBRAI or Registers Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa is just ridiculous.

We started getting the hang of it by Day 2-3 -- but pretty much, 10,000 plus cyclists roll into a town and set up tents and RVs everywhere. We're talking high schools, lakeside city parks, people's front lawns... The RAGBRAI-ers descend on each town, take over for 6-18 hours then it's on to the next.


There's approximately no service in most of Iowa (and basically no T-Mobile service at all in Montana, or Wyoming, or South Dakota.) So, we generally have to get lucky to find each other in towns when we try to link up. It's stressful at times. But probably good for ya.

Shout out to our main man Nikolai here (follow his Instagram for another hilarious angle on the trip so far,  @zagrobot ) - he's our cycling coach, NUUN dealer (electrolyte water tablet), and chief accent officer. An awesome companion on the journey!

Shout out to our main man Nikolai here (follow his Instagram for another hilarious angle on the trip so far, @zagrobot) - he's our cycling coach, NUUN dealer (electrolyte water tablet), and chief accent officer. An awesome companion on the journey!

At night, there are food tents, crowds and concerts/events going on -- we've seen some rad/hilarious cover bands the past two nights in middle America.

It's such an interesting segment of the population out here, middle America -- we've met some real characters here in Iowa.

To quote Luc's first facebook status in a few years:

"Seeing America like never before....this country is diverse. How the states are still all united I do not know."

But she sure is beautiful.

Iowa experiences:

  • We beat some self proclaimed "rednecks" in a round of beer pong for free drinks (to be fair, it was hardly a fair fight -- they were legitimately "NASCAR drunk", astounded that we didn't have "dirt trackin'" in Seattle, and especially perturbed by the color of my shorts -- "THEM ARE MAROON SHORTS!!");
  • We came to a regular 'merican epiphany to the tune of "Party in the USA" and danced like utter mad men at a small bar's large dance party. What can you say, but #jelloshots;
  • We drank beers and camped on the lawn of multiple Iowa public high schools;
  • We camped out over-looking an epic corn field, under a giant, 200 foot wind turbine;
  • We've been treated with great kindness all over (even by the police who pulled us over at 1AM after we ran into a corn field on the walk back to camp one night);
  • We've started to understand the RAGBRAI.

"What I mean," said Ford, "is does it give you a full and satisfying life?"

- Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy


It's been some full days and nights out here.

But the cover bands are clownin', the corn's a-growin' and the light beer's a-flowin'.


Night seven sleeping in this blue tent -- our shelter from the dew, the midwest lightning bugs, and the rest of RAGBRAI -- and she's goin' strong.


Oh, there's also this:


Bringing us to today: these two goons ride another 65 miles.

Meanwhile, I will sit here and blog, then happily drive the support vehicle through a few more cornfields.

>>Chicago on Saturday.

Shout out to Sidecar Cafe and Beth for the interwebs and delicious coffee.

Until the next legitimately wi-fi enabled location...


02: The Why?

"Hit these new cities for the ways that it could stretch me"

"Hit these new cities for the ways that it could stretch me"

It's a big world out there. 

And you don't start figuring out how little you actually have figured out until you get out there and explore?

So, we're taking off for a while.

It's time to find some context.

This trip is research; research into what's really going on; research into where and who we want to be; research to inform future projects, adventures, business ventures and more. 

For me, it's all questions.

I want to make the most of my lifetime on earth. I want to figure out how I can really serve my purpose here. 

So I'm wondering...

Where do I fit into the world? The country? Where does my hometown of Seattle fit in?

What's the same, or different, about Seattle and Chicago, New York city and rural Iowa, the South and the Northeast? 

What are people talking about everywhere? What are people not talking about?

What are people suffering from? How can it be healed?

What are people excited about, afraid of, waiting for?

What do people need? What problem can I solve, alleviate, heal, sing about, write about, fix, (or at least try)?

I want to know what's going on in the United States of America. Not what's on the "news", but what's going on in the coffee shops, in the national parks, on the busy city streets...

I want to check the pulse of America.


So, we're chasing the wind.  

I've been writing songs about this trip since before I knew we were doing it. "Wander" was the whole concept of my last project. 

"Hit the road and write my freedom with these poems" 

And so it comes to be? 

We've been working and saving and working and saving and van hunting and van buying... And now we're charting our own course ("Write Path"), taking the road less traveled. 

We'll bounce around between national parks and cities and towns. More on the plan here.

Earlier on in the preparation process, I'd intended to make an Indiegogo (crowd funding) campaign to help us document the journey... I never launched it or properly finished it, partly out of fear, partly out of just being so busy working and throwing shows, and mostly because I felt like I couldn't nail down what we're doing into 3 sentences to pitch.

Because we'll figure that out on the road.

But here was my "Why" for the IGG pitch:


  • 1) adventure and growth, 

  • 2) context,

  • 3) to plant seeds in places we'd like to work/live/play/date/experience in the future,

  • 4) to harvest inspiration and experience that will guide our work and lives for many years to come.

I mean, we've been working like crazy.

We've been paying our bills.

We've been participating in society.

We've been following all the rules (mostly). 

What are you doing? Why?

Why does anybody do anything?

I don't know.


So, off we go, chasing the wind. Why not?


01: The "Plan"

Plans, schmans, that's what I always say.  


I put the p-word in " "s to emphasize that we are not especially bound by said "plans" on our forthcoming journey.

It's more of a quest after all. 

Like Lord of the Rings.

Minus the orcs. (Ideally.) And the rings. (TBD.)

Anyways, as far as the plan goes, we don't have much laid down, but to be fair, we have charted a bit of rough draft.

We're heading east. 

Tim, who's joining us for the first two weeks of the trip, has us signed up for a bike ride across Iowa. 

Ya, ya, laugh. "What's in Iowa!?" 

(I don't know.)

But beginning July 19 and extending to July 26, we'll be biking (and splitting van duty) from one small town in Iowa to the next, Missouri River to the Mississippi, starting in Sioux City. 

It's officially called RAGBRAI - Registers Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa. 

(And it's not a race. It's a ride.) Reportedly, it's a great party. 

Next up, we've got Chicago, where we'll see off our two RAGBRAI stowaways, and then explore the windy city with our friend Gemma. 

Following that, we'll take our time cruising toward Acadia National park in Maine, before we begin our east coast descent. 

From there, we've got various cities and towns and national parks in mind to explore based on where we have friends and where we're curious about.

To name a few: we're doing Portland (Maine), Boston (See the Siburg), NY, DC (visit Angie), whatever is cool and south of there on the way to like, Charleston, NC, and probably Atlanta, Georgia, before we swing west to scope out Memphis and Nashville on the way down to New Orleans, which is heavy on the list, to be followed by Houston and Austin, Texas. Ideally, we'll cut up to Colorado, then through the allegedly beautiful mountains of Utah. Down through the Grand Canyon on the way to somewhere in California before cruising back up the West Coast. 

(And don't make me tell it again!)

SO that's the plan. We just need to go see what's out there.

We'll be bouncing around between cities and towns and mountains and lakes and distant shores. 

Questions, comments, concerns?

Write 'em down, fold a paper airplane, and throw it into the wind. Or comment below, or on @thegoodscene Instagram account.


00: The Van


Yup, we bought a van.

We also learned a lot about how to and how not to buy used vehicles (the hard way).

For example, it may be wise to ask certain questions... 

Like how old are the tires? What's the vehicle's history? Do the door handles all work? Does the A/C blow cold air, or just... Air?

Maybe run a Carfax?

Needless to say, there were some things we weren't ready for. Not to mention getting it properly licensed and registered. I'm sure I'm forgetting a bunch of other questions we should have asked too...

But shoot, we been working like crazy to get this van and make this happen. Our mechanic put us in touch with the previous van owner and said it might be our chariot, so we had to act.

Plus, when you learn it the hard way, you really learn it. And learning is what the journey's all about. 

Who are we to know any better?

Plus, the fact remains: we got a van.

We took her in to ol' Dane, and he got her roadworthy, fixed some stuff and put some new tires on.

(That Dane, he's a straight shooter, ya know.)

So, here she is, our sweet chariot:



On Wednesday, July 15, we hit the road, with way less money than we planned, some camping gear, a couple bikes, two stowaways who are joining us for the first part of the trip, some cameras, some guitars, and enough charm and good looks to hopefully get us back to Seattle in 3 months. 

Oh, and the A/C is broken.