“Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence.” – John Muir
My name is Tyler DeLong and I have had this urge most of my life. I blame my parents, they were roadies back in their day and they instilled in me a severe hatred of things going stale. So far in this life I have literally run away with the circus, traveled over a quarter million miles by bus, worked with some serious big names in the entertainment industry, and become an eccentric adventurer with a tendency to make poor life choices that make for amazing stories.
Along the way I have picked up Grant, also known as Tiny Terrorist. He is 3, loves Paw Patrol, climbing, yelling, running with scissors, and plotting the deaths of his parental units.
The other parental unit is Caitlyn (also known as Pretty Lady) who rounds out the team. She is a saint, and a back seat driver. Grant and I are still training her to embrace the adventures. Don’t worry, you’ll get to hear her opinions first hand from time to time.
Also, my jeep is named Jeff. I named him after a scoutmaster I ran across as a youth. Jeff was old, cranky, and clearly there was always something wrong with him, but no one wants to know what is wrong because then they would have to help fix it. Caitlyn also has a Jeep named Jackson, after Andrew Jackson. He has an inferiority complex because he knows Jeff is by far the superior jeep.
Together we are the Team that writes, photographs, and enjoys the adventures that are A Man, A Jeep, No Real Plan!