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05/28/2026

I don’t usually find too much to complain about.

After all, I’m incredibly grateful that we get to travel the way we do and share our adventures.

But I’ll admit I’ve done my fair share of griping about gas prices while we’ve been traveling across the country.

Meanwhile, my copilot Whimsy has apparently decided to help in her own way.

She tries to make herself as aerodynamic as possible by tucking her head and long schnout under my clutch arm.

I suppose she thinks this helps the wind glide past more smoothly so that our ride is as fuel-efficient as possible.

She even thinks about it when she decides to take a nap.

That’s why she tucks right and lays her sleepy head against my back.

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🏍️ Whimsy rides in her K9 Moto Cockpit

🐾 Whimsy’s wardrobe by RUFFLY

· Motorcycle: Triumph Motorcycles
· Luggage: Lone Rider - Adventure Motorcycle Equipment
· Tires: Motoz Tyres
· Helmet: NEXX Helmets
· Communication: Cardo Systems
· Protection: Alpinestars
· Goggles: Rex Specs
· Cameras: DJI
· Mount: QUAD LOCK

🎶 Take a Look Around by Paper Trees
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05/25/2026

Wild camping is where Whimsy thrives.

They are also the scene of her dirtiest faces.

Don’t get me wrong – she could somehow filthy herself in a sterile room, but a campsite provides all the most potent ingredients for dirtying herself.

Most times, I try to keep some water aside for a quick spit bath for her face and paws before we begin the travel day.

Otherwise, I spend the morning hunting for a river where we can stop for a rest break to bathe her.

Once I thought I could prevent the filthiness if I tethered her, but then she just started digging up the ground beneath her paws and showering it over herself!

So, I think this is one of those things when they say, “Grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change”…

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🏍️ Whimsy rides in her K9 Moto Cockpit

🐾 Whimsy’s wardrobe by RUFFLY

· Motorcycle: Triumph Motorcycles
· Luggage: Lone Rider - Adventure Motorcycle Equipment
· Tires: Motoz Tyres
· Helmet: NEXX Helmets
· Communication: Cardo Systems
· Protection: Alpinestars
· Goggles: Rex Specs
· Cameras: DJI
· Mount: QUAD LOCK

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05/23/2026

Whimsy has at least a few dozen nicknames, and we give her new ones all the time.

S**t Disturber is one, White Devil is another, and Schnouticus is another.

I don’t have so many nicknames like she does, but Messy Jessie is one from childhood that I haven’t grown out of.

Now Greg might not be a good comparison because he has the opposite problem.

A quick glance at our Ranger Mini Tank Bags tells the whole story.

So, here’s to hoping you can find a happy medium somewhere in between…

🧳🏍️ Motorcycle luggage by Lone Rider - Adventure Motorcycle Equipment

🐕 Whimsy’s carrier by K9 Moto Cockpit

🐾 Whimsy’s wardrobe by RUFFLY

🎶 Turn It Up by Mr. Lono
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There are pictures I see when I close my eyes.I think about a thing or a place and I might see it frozen in a moment's f...
05/22/2026

There are pictures I see when I close my eyes.

I think about a thing or a place and I might see it frozen in a moment's flash.

Sometimes, rarely – really almost never – I might have my phone handy and capture a snapshot of it.

It rarely – almost never – comes out in the magical way I saw and remember it. This one certainly didn't.

But I know the moment was there and what it meant to me when things slowed down for that pan-flash instant while it happened.

Whether they snapshot well or not, these are the moments when things slow down and we are present.

That's what it means to Live Extraordinary Together.

KNITTING. I look over to see Whimsy running in her sleep. Her nose twitches, ears perk and rotate, and I wonder what cre...
05/21/2026

KNITTING.

I look over to see Whimsy running in her sleep.

Her nose twitches, ears perk and rotate, and I wonder what creature she hunts in her dreams. Maybe it is some fantasy prey that exists only in her wildest imagination like some kind of hybrid mouse, lizard, and squirrel creation?

If, instead, she dreams in memories, then I imagine she is back at our campsite in the Utah hills above the old Pony Express trail. Her tail waves like a lasso while she scuffs paws at the dirt beside a thicket of thorns.

She circles the bush and then looks away when she hears the camping stove roar to life. Only supper could distract her from the hunt. As if reckoning this, the lizard bolts from its prickly hideout and races across the clearing.

Whimsy whips her head around, springs into chase, and reaches just as its tail disappears into a hole in the ground. Now she shovels her paws to tunnel down like some crazed prospector who has seen the telltale glint of gold or silver or maybe oil there.

Eventually she moves on to prowl among other bushes where more creatures exist only for her to discover.

“There’s just no quit in her,” Greg grins from a partial recline in his camp chair.

“I’d like her to actually rest a little bit,” I complain. “She’s been in hunter mode for three days now. It’s like she’s possessed.”

“What do you expect her to do when we’re camped out in cowboy country?” he said. “Is she supposed to take up knitting in the evenings?”

“No, but she could help you wash these dishes better,” I snarked back. “Is this last night’s chili dried and crusted on here?”

For three days our tires rolled over dirt and sand, chewed at gravel, and climbed through scorched canyonlands. Each evening, we camped on a rise above the trail where only the rarest vehicle passed, and Whimsy hunted while we ate, drank, and Greg puffed at a cigar.

On the fourth day, we reached tarmac, a gas station, and eventually an Airbnb cabin beside a river in Colorado. Now, Whimsy lays asleep beside me on the bed. My fingers tap at my keyboard while her paws race and her eyelids flutter.

“Look,” I call over to Greg. “She’s still at it.”

05/19/2026

Not every rest stop is quite this stunning.

Some are just a dusty turnout beside the road or a clearing beside some farm equipment.

Not every stretch of highway is this stunning.

Some are just a flat, straight band of tarmac across an open plain.

Every outing together feels like this though.

🏍️ Whimsy rides in her K9 Moto Cockpit

🐾 Whimsy’s wardrobe by RUFFLY

05/18/2026

We strongly believe that a dog’s best life is lived outdoors and off-leash whenever possible.

But I always have Whimsy’s Knotted Leash on-hand, or strapped across my body.

Mostly it’s there just so the Only Paw Prints P**p Bag Holder is available for cleaning up as we go!

05/15/2026

‼️ Our GoRUFFLY book “My Heart Is Home With You” is now available for preorder!

Preorder here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GSGNJY32

Writing this book was the hope, challenge, and accomplishment of my life – and I couldn’t be prouder of the story we’ve shared.

It’s a memoir about discovering moments of home in so many different and extraordinary places along this journey – at an abandoned church in Mexico, along a riverbank in the Darien Gap, at the shoreline of Arctic Ocean, high in the Peruvian Andes, and so many other places.

It’s about how we journeyed by motorcycle or on foot to these marvelous places, the difficulties and hardships we overcame along the way, and how I found home because we were there together.

If you’ve enjoyed the posts we’ve written or the videos I’ve posted through these years, first with Moxie and now with Whimsy, then I’m certain you’re going to love “My Heart Is Home With You”.

Our publisher, Post Hill Press, tells us that rallying support through preorders is the whole ballgame. That’s what prompts Amazon and Barnes & Noble to share the book wider.

So, please take a moment to click the link above and preorder your copy now.

You’re absolutely going to love it.

You’ll also be helping us out a ton, supporting the Girl Up fundraiser with a portion of the proceeds, and helping GoRUFFLY make the leap over to Africa later this year!

Thank you! ❤️

STICKS.There are some things we say without meaning to.It’s like how I might say, “Calm down,” or “Just relax,” to someo...
05/13/2026

STICKS.

There are some things we say without meaning to.

It’s like how I might say, “Calm down,” or “Just relax,” to someone when they get spooled up even though it only makes them angrier.

Or, how I blurt out, “Oh my God!” or “Jesus!” at silly things that startle or surprise me but really don’t need intervention from the higher power. But, try as I might, I can’t train away these misfit expressions, which seem to be hardcoded into the genome.

The same goes for the expression “middle of nowhere”.

That one bothers me more than the others because it signals the polar opposite of what I mean to say. That’s why a while back, Greg suggested, “Well then, let’s say ‘deep in the sticks’ instead.”

“Yeah, that’s much better,” I agreed.

And yet for all the nowhere hours we’ve spent deep in the sticks, I so rarely remember to say it that way. Like how very recently, we were traveling along a nowhere stretch of historic Highway 50, which is nicknamed “The Loneliest Road”.

After we pulled down a gravel path and made lonely camp among the sand and scrub, I accidently caught myself saying, “This is definitely the middle of nowhere.”

Greg scolded with a frown and said, “Deep in the sticks, you mean.”

It was that and also the furthest place from any kind of nowhere. We were surrounded by everything that matters, which is sky and clouds, sun and breeze and blinding stars. And also by lizards and field mice, which Whimsy chased from one bush to another.

“This dog has never met a hole, crevice, nook, or prickly hollow that she wouldn’t stick her schnout into,” Greg grinned as she waved her white battle flag and stabbed her nose and face into a thorn bush tangle.

“At least Moxie had some common sense and delicacy about where to stick hers,” I agreed. “This one might look cute and fluffy, but she’s a total brute.”

He ginned through teeth that clamped around a cigar.

“I know,” I smiled. “You just love having your very own little huntress.”

“This is exactly what she was built for,” he said, “and when she’s doing it, I know we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

“You mean in the middle of nowhere?” I smiled.
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05/12/2026

We have been mostly stuck in idle these last months while we wrote the book.

During all that time, my heart itched to be back on the road, chewing up dust, and camped under the stars.

But, the longer we were stopped and idled, I also began to worry what if we’ve lost a step or two?

What if it doesn’t feel the same as before when we’re finally back on the road?

Well, like most worries that nibble along the edges, this one was totally unwarranted and unnecessary.

We didn’t miss a beat, and, oh wow, does it feel good to be back on the road again!

🏍️ Whimsy rides in her K9 Moto Cockpit

🐾 Whimsy’s wardrobe by RUFFLY

· Motorcycle: Triumph Motorcycles
· Luggage: Lone Rider - Adventure Motorcycle Equipment
· Tires: Motoz Tyres
· Helmet: NEXX Helmets
· Communication: Cardo Systems
· Protection: Alpinestars
· Goggles: Rex Specs
· Cameras: Osmo
· Mount: QUAD LOCK

🎶 I’m Alive by Layup
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