The Casa del Whackos is set to experience it's first hard freeze tonight, but we aren't too concerned; have you ever heard the term, "three dog night"? That's from the old days up in the Ozarks when the chill inside the cabin was measured by how many dogs one had to pile on the bed to sleep warmly; of course, even the hottest nights at the Casa has the capability to be a three, maybe…

When dad and I first started this journey across the web, we had no idea how inept we were(and still are). By "chance", dad ran into Gary, an old friend from his attempts at skateboarding days. Gary always had a knack for not only doing the gnarliest tricks, but more importantly, doing them with the smoothest style; no one could carve up a pool or ramp like Gary. He and dad were once roommates and…

Where to start? Dad and I were rolling through the Ozarks last weekend when we encountered a motorcycle and her rider on the side of the road. Following the unwritten rule of traveler's etiquette that unfortunately is ignored too often these days, we stopped to render assistance. The rider was an older Englishwoman on a Honda CBR600RR, a very fast, nimble, race-oriented bike. All was well, she was just layering up her gear as the…

Psst! I think I saw his eyes move! Shhh... its better if he doesn't realize we're all staring at him, and he thinks he's waking up on his own. But I have to pee! Ajax, you ALWAYS have to pee; crowd in even closer, focus and direct your pee thoughts directly into dad's mind, and he'll have no choice but to get up, or he'll end up pottying on himself. But the more I focus,…

Comanche name, translated as "he who travels alone but comes home". Dad here; after an epic three thousand mile trip through the American southwest, Charlie and I are once again ensconced in the relative safety of the Casa del Whackos. We determined long ago that time and money not spent on motels and campgrounds is time and money that can be spent on gas and mobility, so we would rather rough camp like the Comanches…