SFO - PHX - PRC

Christian took us out for a great breakfast at Squat & Gobble before loaning us a car for the day. Armed with a few pointers on the best options for our San-Francisco-in-an-hour tour, we managed to squeeze in a drive around downtown, a walk from the Embarcadero down to Fisherman’s Wharf, and a bike-taxi ride back to the car before our flight to Arizona.

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Mixing Business with Pleasure

It’s been a few months since I wrote an “on the road” entry. That’s the downside (and upside) to rural living: you can do a 100+ mile wilderness trek and be home for dinner, but you get far less of that long highway to ponder life like you do on a multi-day excursion. Yes, I actually enjoy those long highway hours…

Today I find myself climbing up the hill to the overlanding Mecca: Prescott, Arizona. Its funny, when we started marketing Enfluence a few weeks ago, my friend Drawk asked me what I really wanted to do if I could do anything. My answer was continue exploring farther and farther out into the world (preferably via Land Rover on dirt roads), and find a way to make a living doing it. While I enjoy design and production very much, it has always felt like a means to an end. So naturally when Scott asked if I would be interested in doing what I do for Overland Journal I jumped at the opportunity. Work I like to do, on a product that’s right at the core of my own interests? It’s win-win.

Taking that opportunity means leaving our rural lifestyle for the big-little town of Prescott, but I count that in the “plus” column. As much as I love it out here, I’ve missed having an open downtown we can enjoy. It’s pretty clear Danielle feels the same way.

Mud, Snow, and Mud

With a Friday to burn, and bored of the usual I40 - 89 route to Prescott, we decided to cut through the forest on our way up to the ExPo meet-and-greet. No particular plan in mind, we set out at dawn knowing County 68 would eventually get us there.

County 68 / Camp Wood Road out of Bagdad was awesome. Beautiful views, a little snow, and lots of mud – or so I foolishly thought at the time (the second leg of the trip would prove much, much worse).

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