Big T and Ducky escort Team Gritty through the Barrilla Mountains, West Texas.
In which we sell our house in Maine and 97.3% of our stuff, buy a monster truck (“Big T”) and a rolling home (“Ducky,” an Airstream Flying Cloud with solar panels, Wi-Fi, and room for a wolverine, should we ever be lucky enough to adopt one—and one of us is not talking about Hugh Jackman), and take to the byways of North America.
What do we do? Everything we can … and then some. In addition to writing, photographing, and running Gritty Press from the road, we do our best to not pass by a single whiskey distillery. From time to time we may also engage in fisticuffs with grizzlies, rappel into the Grand Canyon, and outrun avalanches.
So stay tuned for more missives from the road—and if you don’t hear from us for a few days, don’t panic. But do send cookies.
