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We pulled into Sekiu just before sunset, almost by accident. After eleven days in Forks hoping that would be our home base, we found out there was a short stay limit and we had to move again. We spent an entire day searching and nothing felt right. Finally, we started looking farther out and that is when this place came up. When they told us they had waterfront sites available, we took a chance. What we found was a working waterfront town that slowly invited us in. At first,

We pulled into Gold Beach, Oregon in late October after a breathtaking drive down Highway 101 from Sekiu and Clallam Bay, Washington. The last hour had our eyes glued to the windows. Every rise revealed another stretch of rugged coastline, dramatic rock formations, and the wild Pacific crashing against the shore. This guide is based on living here, not passing through. Gold Beach was not a random stop for us. Before we ever committed to full-time RV travel, this was one of th

Boondocking near Bryce Canyon is how our family spent the second week of May, basing ourselves in Tropic for what became one of our favorite southern Utah stays. Temperatures in St. George were already climbing into the 80s and even hitting the 90s, which is a bit too hot for us since we don't use hookups anymore, and it's tough to run the air conditioning on battery. Up here, though, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Most days were sunny and in the high 60s, with only a co

We arrived in Forks after moving five times in twelve days. Astoria, Stringtown, Ilwaco, Aberdeen, each stop shorter than we'd planned, either because sites didn't allow camping where we thought they did or because what looked workable on a map turned out otherwise once we arrived. By the time we found a dispersed camping spot on state land between Forks and La Push, we were ready to stop moving. We thought we'd found our base camp for the month, a place to settle in and expl

We left Packwood with mixed feelings, sad to say goodbye to a place we'd grown to love, but eager to finally reach the coast. The plan had been in place for months: time our arrival with the family reunion happening in early August. What we didn't have was a clear sense of where we'd go after that. It was peak summer season along the Oregon coast, and we knew finding quiet spots, especially ones that wouldn't overwhelm Hyrum, would be a challenge. Boondocking felt uncertain.

After spending four weeks in Montana's pine country, we headed west toward the coast and decided to stop in Packwood, Washington on our way to Astoria, Oregon. What we thought might be a quick overnight turned into ten days. The drive down Skate Creek Road felt like crossing into another world. Ferns got taller, the moss got thicker, and every turn looked like something out of Jurassic Park. We parked beside the creek with no real agenda other than rest. The steady rhythm of

After our peaceful stretch in Stanley, Idaho, we were eager to experience the northern Rockies. This week in Kalispell, Montana gave us a perfect base for exploring Glacier National Park while still having the conveniences of a mid-size town. We stayed at Big Creek Campground, tucked into the trees north of town and close to the river. The setting was serene, a mix of pine, water, and mountain air. Each night, the forest quieted to a stillness that made you feel miles from an

After spending three and a half months in St. George, Utah, we decided it was time to begin working our way north. With winter turning into spring, we knew the desert heat would only get stronger, and Hurricane felt like the perfect next stop for our season. Once a small town, Hurricane has been growing quickly and is becoming a hub for adventure. Off-road enthusiasts especially love it here, Sand Hollow State Park has become a mecca for off-roading and boating, drawing crowd

After weeks of quiet in Stanley, Idaho, we were ready for something different, a place that was still off the beaten path, quiet enough for our son's needs, but not quite so isolated. Seeley Lake, Montana gave us that. A small town tucked between mountain ranges, surrounded by lakes and thick forest, but with a community we could actually integrate into. We found a boondocking spot just off Placid Lake Road, close enough to town but still wrapped in pines and birdsong. The da

We left Albuquerque in March, stopping a night or two here and there, before we landed in Forney, Texas, to visit family. The plan was simple: a week, maybe two, then keep moving. Coming across eastern Texas the heat was already pressing in, over a hundred degrees, and we braced for more of it. Then the land changed as we came down into the Dallas-Fort Worth area and pushed east toward Forney. It cooled. It got greener. The dry country we had been driving through for weeks ga

We came to St. George almost out of necessity. Northern Utah winters had worn us thin, and Brittney's hometown felt like a place where we might catch our breath again. What we didn't expect was how much this stay would quietly shape our next chapter, the beginning of full-time life on the road. During 3.5 months here, we explored playgrounds and trails, found sensory-friendly rhythms for our autistic son, and plugged into a homeschool community that made winter feel lighter.

The first time we pulled into the Sawtooth Valley, it felt like stepping into a place carved out just for us. The mountains rose in sharp, impossible angles, the air smelled of pine, and Alturas Lake Creek ran so close to our RV that it became the soundtrack of our days. This was our first stop outside Utah, and its wild beauty met us right where we needed it most. Snapshot (At-a-Glance) Location: Stanley, Idaho, a tiny mountain town tucked into the Sawtooth Valley near Altur

This guide is based on our slow, nearly month-long stay exploring the redwoods, coast, and everyday rhythms of life in Crescent City. We rolled into Crescent City on November 22nd with a simple plan: spend Thanksgiving week with Preston's parents, explore the redwoods, then keep moving south. The weather in Gold Beach, Oregon, just an hour north, was getting colder, rainier, and windier. Crescent City made sense as a gateway to the coastal redwoods and a natural stopping poin

We had spent the better part of six months working our way down the Pacific Northwest coast, starting in the northwest corner of Washington and ending somewhere along the northern California shoreline. By December, everything we owned felt damp. The RV, our clothes, the air inside, all of it had absorbed that persistent coastal moisture that doesn't really announce itself until you realize you can't remember what dry feels like. We stopped at family in Utah for Christmas, the

After leaving Hurricane earlier than planned, we scrambled to find a spot that would be a better fit for our son. Every campground was packed, so, ready or not, we decided to try boondocking for the first time. That's how we stumbled across Virgin, a desert town with red rock views, vast open skies, and a surprising sense of calm. What started as a last-minute backup plan quickly became one of our favorite bases. For families like ours, traveling slowly, balancing the needs o

We rolled into Scofield in mid-May after working our way north from Bryce Canyon and Virgin, Utah. This stop came at the perfect time. The desert had been beautiful, but as temperatures climbed into the upper eighties and nineties, we were ready for something cooler. We had a ranch project waiting for us in the mountains above Scofield, a few weeks of work that required a solid base camp within striking distance. Scofield fit that need perfectly. At just over 7,000 feet, the

We didn't plan to stop in Albuquerque. We limped in, honestly, after the trailer broke down right at the state line, and the Isleta Lakes RV Park ended up being where we landed while we waited on an insurance decision that could have gone either way. What was supposed to be a short repair stop turned into a couple of weeks of actually living in a place we never set out to see. The park sits south of the city, rural and quiet, with lakes you can walk and fish and a passenger t