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Freedomland USA

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The first time I sat in the driver’s seat was the classic car ride at Freedomland. There was a guide-rail underneath the car so you really weren’t driving, but any 7yr old could get the thrill of cruising down the highway without paying for gas. It was right then that I knew that someday I’d get the behind the wheel and drive until I found what I was looking for. Purpose, a new start, or a beautiful starry night.

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Log Cabin TIMELAPSE

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The Old Neighborhood…

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10 Year Anniversary in the Van!

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Time flies!

The van’s gonna be thirty years old soon. My ’89 Ford Aerostar extended cargo-van was born at the St. Louis Assembly Plant in Hazelwood, Missouri. The plant opened in 1948 during the golden age of American manufacturing. Rocinante started it’s career as a working truck for a painting contractor. On a hot day you can still smell the paint. The painter was a gambler and the van was used to settle a gambling debt but the new owner was a drunk and banged it up a little bit. The next owner used it to take an auto body course and fixed it up pretty nice taking out the dents and putting on a fresh coat of paint. I named the van ‘Rocinante’ after Don Quixote’s horse. Rocinante is not only my van, but also my double: a little rusty, past its prime, and engaged in a task beyond its abilities.

 

Bedrock City AZ

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The Flintstones gang invites you to spend an hour or the entire day with them at Bedrock City. We have an array of fun activities including our Theme Park and Gift Shop. While you’re here you can spend the night in our Campground & RV Park. Join Fred, Wilma, Barney, Betty, and all the Flintstone characters in a fun and entertaining adventure. LINK

Little guy got blown into a tree… he’s OK now…

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Once upon a time in the west, a man took a ride in a van…

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Once upon a time in the west a man took a ride in a van. Now everything Kaimee said to me about saving the world started making sense. I stopped by a Trading Post on the way out of town and asked the clerk, “Do you know anything about a guy going around playing the harmonica? He’s someone you’d remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.”

The clerk laughed and said, “You oughta be in the movies. Check out Newspaper Rock on the way to Monument Valley. Maybe Harmonica left a message for ya there.”

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