The interior of the van is coated with a thick layer of dust. It creeps along the makeshift kitchen region, entrenches by itself into the worn flooring, and sinks deeply into the weathered upholstery. The chalky substance is not just from the rutted grime highway we’re at this time bumping down it has been accumulating more than a 12 months and a 50 %. It is dust from eleven unique countries—from sandy Baja beach locations and sea-bound transport containers to bridge the Darien Hole, to the wind-battered roadside camps of Patagonia.
With every highway bump, dust puffs up to coat the van’s driver, Zach Lazzari, and his co-pilot, Shale. The eleven-12 months-old pet dog serves as touring companion, nighttime guard, curious conversationalist, and handy icebreaker: She’s an impossibly fluffy red mutt whom Lazzari discovered a decade in the past in a Montana animal shelter. There, in a developing