The Squatch Family

We’re The Squatches: part myth, part mayhem, and fully committed to chasing adventure (and snacks). Whether we’re off-roading through the Ozarks, roasting marshmallows until they catch fire, or untangling leashes while Dad Squatch fixes the water hookup (again), we believe the best memories come with muddy boots and messy hair.

Welcome to the cozy corner of the internet where campfire smoke meets financial savvy.

Mom Squatch’s Diary Logs are her way of keeping track of the adventure, not just the trails hiked or the s’mores ratios perfected, but also the real-life money stuff that fuels a life on the move.

As a virtual accountant and coffee-powered planner, Mom Squatch shares:

• 🪵 Budget-friendly travel tips

• 📋 Campground comparisons and cost breakdowns

• 💸 RV life financial strategies

• 🧾 Simple, no-fluff bookkeeping advice for road-tripping families, small business owners, and fellow Squatches trying to stay organized

Expect stories with heart, helpful checklists, honest “oops” moments (like that time she forgot to pay the propane refill fee), and travel-tested tools for balancing the books while chasing the views.

She’ll help you figure out:

• How to budget by campfire light

• What to track and what to toss

• How to keep your taxes tidy, even if your socks aren’t

• And how to enjoy the journey without losing your wallet or your Wi-Fi signal

Because being wildly adventurous doesn't mean being wildly unprepared!

You will hear all about how Dad Squatch is the walking, grunting embodiment of “we can fix that.” He’s spent over 20 years as a journeyman plumber, but honestly? He’s been “rigging solutions with duct tape and divine confidence” since before they ever met.

He's the reason they have five backup flashlights, three unidentifiable grilled meats at dinner, and a permanent smell of campfire in everything they own. He'll climb under the RV at 6 a.m. with a wrench in one hand and coffee in the other and still crack a joke when he bumps his head (again).

He’s not much for spreadsheets (he calls them "fun ruiners"), but he’s exactly the kind of guy who’ll fix a leaky sink at the campground and then help the stranger two spots down fix theirs too, shirtless and smiling!

Okay, deep breath… they’re doing it.

After years of weekend camping trips, driveway repairs, and learning how to stretch a grocery budget in five different states, they’ve officially decided to hit the road full-time, but not in just any vehicle.

Nope.

This Squatch family is hunting for the ultimate blank canvas: a bus!

Not the fancy kind. Not the kind that smells like rental air freshener or comes pre-loaded with LED strip lights and leather recliners. They’re looking for something with bones, something they can make theirs.

Something that smells like potential and maybe a little mold?!

Dad Squatch has already taken 14 measurements for a composting toilet that doesn’t exist yet. He’s also got “solar panel configurations” scribbled on the back of a beef jerky wrapper, so you know it’s serious.

Mom Squatch has been sketching layout ideas, dreaming up cabinet labels, and pretending Max and Athena won’t claim every soft surface as their own. (They will.)

They’re looking at flat-nose buses, old school buses, maybe even a retired blood drive bus if it has enough headroom for Dad’s hair.

The wish list includes:

• Room for a tiny bookkeeping corner (mom),

• A camp kitchen with a view (dad),

• An outdoor shower rig (dad),

• And enough storage for corgi snacks (obviously mom).

This isn’t about building a Pinterest-perfect van. It’s about building a home on wheels that reflects The Squatch Family — flannel, fur, flaws and all!

A place to cook, to work, to rest, to get a little lost and a lot inspired!

So if you see a dusty yellow bus for sale, or know a friend-of-a-friend who’s got a diesel dinosaur in their backyard... send us a howl!!

We’re on the hunt!

Because for this squatchy crew, the journey doesn’t start when we hit the road —it starts with finding the bus that can carry the whole dream!!!