There's a difference between making a decision and making a commitment. Buying the camper was a decision. Driving 1,600 miles alone to pick it up was something else entirely. With Bruno in the back seat, open road ahead, and more feelings than I expected. This is how The Sol Wanderer began.

Camping in the Rockies in March? Don't mind if I do... Fifteen miles of this. In the pitch black. It felt like fifty.... It started with a quick check of the weather. Then another. And another. March had no business looking that good in Wyoming. I checked five more times just to make sure the forecast was real. And then we made the decision: we were going. I had three days to get ready — three days to do everything I had told myself I’d have more time for. I had spent all win