That's me on the left.

That's me on the left.

Misadventures make the best stories. This site is dedicated to adventures big and small, the tiny failures that make life fun and the even tinier successes that make it worth it.

ABOUT ME

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I'm Jessica Brent and I'm driving this bus. I'm married to a lady-person who doesn't say no to anything. That's how we ended up with so many kids. Three kids, plus another one is coming next week maybe? Who knows. We travel a lot, mostly with all these kids that we have picked up along the way. Man, they are annoying. But we keep moving forward, searching for those fleeting moments of shared joy.

We also own a little business that keeps us adventuring. It's called Homma Camp Co.   

My writing has also been featured in other places. You can peruse my journalistic endeavors (and snarky blogging) here.

ABOUT THE NAME

Me & Deke

Me & Deke

We bought a 1974 VW camper at an auction a few years ago. Two things about tootling around in a bright red-orange 1974 VW camper:

1. You are forced to go slow and enjoy the ride.

2. It's like being in a parade every day. People want to wave at you, flash peace signs at you, take photos of you. 

Overall, I prefer the slow-going modes of travel. Walking, cycling, train travel, semi-functional VW's. The type of travel that encourages meandering - roaming, if you will. The type of travel that facilitates goodwill, encourages you to pause and wave at a passerby.

The name references these joys of travel - roaming and waving - but also pays homage to my roots, both Kansas’ and Oklahoma's state songs:

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
There seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not cloudy all day.
— Home on the Range, Kansas State Song
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain,
And the waivin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
— Oklahoma! State Song

Want to reach out to say hi, collaborate on something, or give me money simply for being narcissistic enough to maintain a blog about myself?