When will our journey end? Dunno

One month ago today, a man and his dog left the comfort of their Baltimore rowhouse and set forth across America on a journey with no firm destination and of no definite duration.

An unemployed Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and soon to be published author (the man, not the dog), he decided he could keep doing his website and look for jobs just as easily on the road as he could from home — and in the process feel a little less dejected and rejected, a little more alive, perhaps, even, at 56, a little less old.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his routine, and so did his dog — but within routine, you can also find the word rut, and sometimes there’s not much different between the two.

Rather than pay for housing, he decided to pack up his website, his dog and himself and hit the road, documenting their adventures — a la John Steinbeck and Charley, but with the modern-day benefits of Mapquest, Google, WordPress and cellphone —  all while trying to get by on the amount he once paid for rent, roughly $1,000 a month.

After one month, and 3,300 miles, he — who, in case you haven’t figured it out, is me — can report that he nearly met that goal; that his dog, himself and, we hope, the website are all better for the experience; and that the journey is going to continue for a period that, like the man, will be indefinite.

Life on the road has its downside — the constant packing and unpacking; the where did I put my so and so; the heat; the where am I going to stay tonight; the expense, which we try our best to mitigate; and the uncertainty, which can be both good and bad.

But the gypsy in us — and there’s more gypsy in us than perhaps we thought — is loving it as we drive across America, through cities large and (preferably) small, checking its pulse (it still has one), revisiting some people and places and getting acquainted with some new ones.

So far, I can report, Ace, car and I are holding up well, though just this week a “Malfunction Indicator Light” started flashing (on the car, not me or Ace). It’s a little disconcerting since we’re contemplating crossing a few empty deserts in the week ahead, and according to my owner’s manual it could be a sign of major engine or transmission problems, or perhaps nothing at all. I think I’m glad I don’t personally have a malfunction indicator light.

So far, healthwise, my only problems have been dental, even though some have questioned whether they might be mental.

A cap fell off a tooth on one side, and there was a gaping cavity (to my tongue, it felt like the Grand Canyon) on the other, making eating difficult.

A trip to the dentist would have sent me over budget, so I decided on do-it-yourself dental work. Since no pain was involved, at least if I refrained from eating, I bought a product called Dentemp O.S., and, after locating my detached cap in a pocket of last week’s pants, glued it back on. I used some more of the product to fill the cavity.

Health insurance for me, like a lot of Americans, is still — despite all that reform (is it done yet?) — something my finances won’t permit.

Looking at our overall spending since we departed, our biggest expense has been gas ($580 worth), followed by lodgings (eight nights in motels at $334), then food, which — if you subtract the amount spent on buying dinner for those who took me in (about $200) — was $120. That comes out to $1,034 — less than I was spending on rent and electricity during my stay-put existence.

The key to staying within my self-imposed limits is going to be mooching accommodations when I can, camping when I can, couchsurfing some more, continuing to avoid dentists, and not covering so much ground that gas eats up my budget.

Ace and I have both lost a little weight — not a bad thing for either of us — and he seems to be enjoying the trip so far. He’s as eager to meet new people as he ever was, and with all the new dogs he has met, he’s becoming even more sociable and reliable.

No matter where we are, he has taken to giving me a look around 11 a.m. that — and maybe this is just my imagination — seems to ask, “Is it checkout time?”

He’s getting used to be a rambling dog, and next week we plan to get motoring again, heading out of Phoenix for a while and going north and then west, or maybe west and then north.

We’re trying to set up doing some volunteer work at Best Friends, the Utah animal sanctuary, hoping to visit the Circle L animal rescue ranch in Prescott, and maybe will venture into California, where I’ve been feeling the urge to revisit Salvation Mountain — a man-made, hand-painted, mostly garbage monument (to God, not Dog) I wrote about nearly two decades ago when I traveled the country (sans dog) as a newspaper reporter. It’s near the Salton Sea in an area known as Slab City, which attracts an interesting mix of vagabonds and nomads.

Our trip may or may not be a neverending journey, and it may or may not someday evolve into a second book (What do you think of “Home is Where the Dog Is”?), but this much is for sure, there’s a neverending supply of stories — dog ones and people ones — out there.

And we’re off to find a few more of them.

(To read the first three parts of “Dog’s Country,” click the tabs at the top of this page, or you can start here.)

8 comments for “When will our journey end? Dunno

  1. June 25, 2010 at 9:08 am


    I just wanted to say that I love reading about your and Ace’s adventures on the road each day. Best of luck and safe travels, wherever your road may lead!

    • June 25, 2010 at 9:28 am

      Thanks, Derek. It’s John, not Joe, but I appreciate your thoughts and support. I’m looking forward to returning to Baltimore, whether it ends up being to nest, or just to pass through. Thanks for reading.

  2. Pat DeWald
    June 25, 2010 at 9:39 am

    Wish you were coming to Florida. Enjoy Best Friends. I go out twice a year. Do try to meet Theresa, the ball-toting pittie diva of Old Friends. She’s a bonafide star from “Dogtown”.


  3. Jen Walker
    June 25, 2010 at 10:53 am

    I would most definitely support a second book about your travels! Ace and you are in my thoughts and hope you’re having a wonderful journey!

  4. Starla
    June 25, 2010 at 11:04 am

    John, if you spot an “Advance” Auto Parts store in your travels, stop in & ask them to run a diagnostic screening on your car. It’s free & only takes a few minutes. They hook the diagnostic scanner to your car & it gives up a code (most times) that will pin point, or at least get in the vicinity of your problem. I sure hope it’s nothing major! Safe travels to you & Ace. 🙂

  5. Eighteenpaws
    June 25, 2010 at 3:22 pm

    The tales of JW and Ace have touched me deeply, and I know that you have attracted a whole new set of readers (with many encouraged by me!). What you two are seeing and experiencing – and how you are writing unabashedly from the heart and soul – produce something like I read no where, anywhere, today on the ‘net. Your wonderful, informative blog has morphed into a daily short story that is not just a burst of news or thought but instead an insightful retrospective of wanderlust life on the road with dog tightly at your side. I hope that you examine possibilities and work hard at finding a larger market for this, JW, and I mean RIGHT NOW, whether it all becomes one day a book, or preferably in the shorter-term, garners some serious national notoriety and catapults you to more comfortable gain. (In other words, how can you get more “press”!) Finally, it is great to hear about Ace’s adaptation. Dogs relish routine, and now it seems like “tumble-weeding” has well-replaced the rowhouse routine for him. This is great insight into the flexibility of dogs when they live under an umbrella of love.

  6. June 25, 2010 at 11:33 pm

    John, I look forward to each day’s new story and have enjoyed re-visiting them. So far, you and Ace have visited a lot of places that are already familiar to me. I have a feeling you’re about to strike off in some directions I haven’t (yet) traveled. I can’t wait to hear about your next adventures and hope that this journal holds the kernel of your next book. My small library is filled with “looking for America” books from Lewis and Clark to “On the Road” and “Travels with Charley.” There’s always room for one more.

  7. Joe
    June 26, 2010 at 2:20 pm

    When are you going to pass by here again?

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