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Nova Scotia Surf Trip

Our travels through Nova Scotia were lacking the excitement we frequently had while traveling Central and South America. For example: the border crossings were quick and anxiety free, the vegetables were all recognizable, and police corruption as well as food poisoning were not daily concerns. In fact, the only trouble I seemed to get into was when I made a goofy turn into a deli and a local hooligan honked his horn at me. With that being said, I will not bore you with a cliche trip overview .


On the other hand, We did get to experience some great surf during the first East Coast hurricane swell of the season. In fact, Nova Scotia has an excellent variety of waves up and down their rocky coast. We were very lucky to have witnessed some of Canada’s best waves working so nicely. Like most surf trips, especially trips on the Atlantic Coast, luck is something that will always come in handy.


Final Destination… Success…

Cape Cod


The greatest feat of our journey was not surfing epic waves, eating delicious foreign food, or hiking to hard to reach glaciers in the Andes. In fact, the most rewarding part, was when all three of us flew into Newark, New Jersey safe and sound after 15 months of rugged travel, and seeing the face  of my smiling father when he picked us up at the airport. We set a huge goal and followed through till the end. That, my friends, feels so damn sweet, and that first jersey bagel we ate, tasted oh so good.

Lupe on the plane asking for airline food.


Two and a half years ago we made a serious commitment to save all our money and travel. Although many of our friends and family thought we were nuts to even think about doing something so drastic, their support and skepticism were great motivators to make it happen and actually follow through. When times got tough and our tent smelled bad, we could always count on the comments and backing from our loved ones on our social media outlets. It would have been hard to do this without everyones amazing support.

Breaded smelts ready for the fryer. Yumm…


After spending the holidays with our families, we finally reached our final destination (Cape Cod) where we will fry fresh smelts and remain until, who knows… I must admit, being able to stay in one place for a while is comforting, especially since we are minutes away from surf spots, have access to fresh food from the sea, and being able to view bayside sunsets every night. Rest assured, we do hope to go on an epic journey like this again, hopefully sooner than later. So stay tuned for our next big odyssey. Until then, we will do our best to keep telling tales from the road, and posting the progress of the building of Taco 2 (photos will be posted soon.)

Taco 2… Can of worms, possibly?


The Midwest to Colorado


Once we left the Great Smokys, we dipped into Tennessee and found ourselves at Center Hill Lake. This was a typical lakeside campsite, with campers and professional RVers strewn about. Our stay was uneventful, but the weather was uncomfortable, so we headed out in the morning. The next day we departed from the interstate, driving the twisty back roads of the Bible Belt. As we cruised the back country route, we received crooked looks from cross-eyed locals as they stared us down from their overcrowded double-wides. The feeling of being out of our comfort zone was growing more apparent with each piece of anti-abortion propaganda / guns and ammo supplier we passed. There was a general sense that these locals were armed, and looking for any lame excuse to shoot down trespassers. We kept to ourselves and proceeded to the Land Between Lakes in Western Kentucky.

One thing to note about the great plains is the intolerable amount of bugs. At times it became unbearable, and combine that with 90+ degree heat, it was hard for us to handle. The landscape was baron, producing dramatic sunsets, and a lot of horizon to absorb.

downtown Cairo, Illinois
downtown Cairo, Illinois

Once we crossed the Mississippi River we found ourselves in the town of Cairo, Illinois. Upon driving through, we grew increasingly interested in the town’s dilapidated state. After some quick google action we came to learn that this place had a checkered history. Cairo had some major racial tension around the turn of the century including lynchings and riots.  This old railroad town, sitting right on the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers, had been through a lot. In 2011, the levies broke and completely destroyed it, leaving Cairo in its present haggard state. There were a few people wandering the streets, but for the most part it was a ghost town.

We left Cairo, blew through Missouri, and made it to Eastern Kansas by the evening. We decided to stay at Clinton Lake, right outside of Kansas City, for the evening. During the day, this was once again bug city. I was left seriously questioning how the early settlers did it. Once night fell, the bugs cleared out, there was a cool breeze, and the stars were epic. The campsite was not crowded and the locals kept to themselves within the confines of their RV’s. We had completed a couple hard days of constant driving with the goal of arriving in Colorado.  The interstate through Missouri and Kansas is the most monotonous part of the entire trip. There is a great deal of religious propaganda billboards, fast food truck stops, and some “come see the worlds largest prairie dog” sights which can definitely become repetitive. It became apparently clear that we were ready to get the hell out! As we crossed the Colorado border we took a sigh of relief, knowing that once we reached Boulder we would be able to rest for a few weeks, improve our setup, and make a few extra bucks working. Looks like rain in Boulder…