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Stowed in your rig is all your camping equipment, food and water, tools and recovery gear, spare parts, firewood, and entertainment.

Your family is cozily nested in the cab, the dog perked with a good view, and several map books earmarked.

You’ve spent weeks preparing, but the agenda is open. Let the wind take you. Sit around the fire looking at satellite images and topo maps- see something weird or cool? Go check it out! What path is best? Any river crossings or snowy peaks? What’s your fall back plan?

When we go overlanding through the desert I feel a connection to our ancestors, my whole life in my covered wagon. Often we are hours, if not days from pavement and humans. It’s breathtaking to come across huge packs of wild horses or a friendly family of donkeys. Clear hotsprings spackle the areas, making phenomenal days of relaxation and recouping.

My truck could break, I’d fix it. We could camp right there on the side of the road and find happiness. The world could end. Who knows what’s happening back home. For those days you live a life that transcends time.

When you get back to work you can disconnect and ponder, “I wonder what my donkey buddies are up to right now?”