Seattle, WA

Actual depiction of how Dyna usually travels.

What’s better than getting to visit a highly hyped new-to-you place like Seattle for the first time? Your sister coming to visit it with you for the first time! That’s right, readers of lifewithdyna. Kay Pfleghardt is in the (wheeled) house! The always lovely, sometimes silly, always amazing, Kay Pfleghardt. Psuedonyms include (but are not limited to): Aunt Kay, Kay Kay, Nefertiti, Kay the Princess We’ve been looking forward to both Seattle and Kay for a bit now; we love being tourists and Seattle is pretty much the perfect place to practice that art. So, we played tourist. Hard. Even…

Portland, OR

Portland keeps is real. And weird.

Portland, Oregon. RIP City. Bridgetown. The city of roses. PDX. Stumptown. Portlandia. Homeless folk central station nation. Ok, the last nickname was given to the city by us. But after we drove RedRammer through several piles of human feces while attempting to park in order to go check out the Saturday Market, I think it might be fitting. (Poor ‘Rammer smelled putrid for the remainder of the day). Because homelessness marked the landscape so prominently, I did a bit of research into why Portland seemed to have so many more people living on the streets than other places we’ve visited. I found…

A Year of Notes to Our Pre-Nomadic Selves

Year 1: ‘Go see the world. Let it change you.’ So, it’s been a year. Yep. Today (7/1/2015) is our 1 year anniversary with Dyna. (I’m going to go ahead and get the elephant out of this virtual room now- I don’t remember the anniversary of Jake and I becoming a couple.)  I’d say things with Dyna and us are going pretty well; I mean, I haven’t taken her home to meet my mom yet, but I’ve shown both mom & dad pictures, and I write this blog about living in her for my mom. So, you could say it’s pretty serious.…

Eugene, OR

A drinking town with a running problem. On our drive up to Eugene from Northern Cali, I was rambling on and on about how great the city of Eugene was going to be. At some point in my soliloquy of praise, Jake stopped me and said “you know Eugene is a small city right?” To which I argued, “well, it’s bigger than Rochester!” Which is false. And I was wrong. Somewhere in my highschool/college girl track runner dreams, I had some up with the idea that the fantasitical city of Eugene must be HUGE in order to hold in all…

Weed, CA

The rainbow trucks of Truck Town. After reviewing Jake’s in depth expense reports (yes, we track our $ flow quite closely), we decided that if we could find a free place to crash for a bit before heading up to Eugene, OR for a month, we should do that. Also, free is awesome (I feel like I say that a lot). We researched into options that a.) wouldn’t be too far off of our trajectory from Lathrop, CA to Eugene, OR b.) would be free or damned near close to that c.) wouldn’t be too far up some windy road where Dyna…

Lathrop, CA (Yosemite & Wine Country)

Pohono Trail overlook, Yosemite National Park.

We thoroughly enjoy visitors from our non-nomadic life joining us for stints during our nomadic life. And when our visitors leave, we get sad. Because we miss them. And also, because we have to catch up on the work we put off while they were with us. So, mostly missing them. But also, sucky work. After a whirlwind of familiar faces back on the California Coast and in San Francisco, we had a lot of catching up to do. Since Jake holds down a typical (ok, not so typical- his company is awesome) 40hr+ a week job, we like to plan to…

San Francisco, CA. And Fred.

The excitement of figuring out how to eat a lobster is too much.

We were pretty excited about our stop up near San Francisco. And it wasn’t just because we are interested in sorting our rubbish into ‘garbage’, ‘compost’, and ‘recycling’ piles or that we were excited to parallel park on super-steep hills while eight cars behind us honk their horns and a man urinates onto our meter in broad daylight.  What could excite us more than these everyday occurrences in the City by the Bay? Fred.  You must be saying, ‘wow, who is this mystical Fred character?’ Well, I’m not going to tell you all the great things about him because then you might want…

Central California Coast

Half Moon Bay SP, Spring 2016.

Spent a few weeks boppin’ up and down the centralish Coast of Cali. Actually, I don’t even know what the ‘central’ coast of would be considered. I’m sure Californians have their rules about what they deem central, but since I’m not a Californian I get to make stuff up and call it good. Anyways, this is a post about the time we spent in several places from Big Sur to Half Moon Bay with a few trips up into the city of San Francisco.  We’ve had our homing beacons set on movement towards Big Sur, CA for the past 6ish months. You see…

Bakersfield, CA

I am really tempted to type out “THERE IS NOTHING TO DO IN BAKERSFIELD, CA’ and then end this post. But that’s probably not true; although maybe it’s a little true. To be fair, we didn’t plan to do much during our week in the ‘Field, as Dyna had some pressing (more like pressuring) issues we needed to take care of. But also to be fair, when I did some googling of things that might be on the up&up in the ‘Field, I found the following suggestions: (1) meth (2) drive away. A few people (who appeared to be locals according…

Los Angeles, CA

Terrifying.

Los Angeles was a blur for me (Liz). And since I’m the blog writer (for now anyways), this post will be mostly a blur for you. While we were in LA for a bit more than 2 weeks, I spent a week and a few days of that back in NY with family. I had a very important package (Dexter) to return and figured it would be a good idea to make sure that this package transitioned easily back into the non-nomadic lifestyle. My week at home jetpacked (that’s a word now) by and I didn’t get to spend nearly as much…