Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
We’re spending a few weeks in Port Saint Joe (PSJ) Florida, a location that was never on my bucket list of places to go on this earth. Last year we spent a couple days in PSJ. We found a campground we liked, and booked a three week test run. Now we are here. PSJ is... Continue Reading →
The first week of travel on our annual winter excursion usually includes stops at various businesses that cater to people with RVs. This is the time of year we schedule what I call “facelift work” or “stuff Ben thinks is a good idea to do.” It’s become a ritual. People who own trailers and RVs... Continue Reading →
You can see it from our campsite. The first thing you notice is the American flag, and then you can make out what looks like a shack. The confluence where the Gauley and New rivers merge to become the Kanawha river is marked by two large clumps of rocks. On the taller rock, a group... Continue Reading →
If you spend any time in the town of Gauley Bridge West Virginia, you'll likely notice two of its most notable landmarks--other than the obvious New and Gauley Rivers that converge to form the Kanawha River. At the beginning of the Kanawha are two large rock formations. On one stands a bus. On the other... Continue Reading →
When I called to make reservations at the New River Campground the owner told me we were lucky to get a site on Bridge Day weekend. I feigned understanding and agreed that I was indeed lucky. When I was done with the call I promptly Googled "Bridge Day." It takes place on the third Saturday... Continue Reading →
I am afraid of heights. Not paranoid, just fearful. Over the years I've been on top of 20 foot ladders, cliffs and other scary places and done OK. I've even parasailed. Then again, I've gotten the yips just standing on the edge of a diving board or looking down a stairwell. Then Ben said "let's... Continue Reading →
On day two of our West Virginia trip we woke to sparkling blue skies. The campground is right on the river in the midst of mountains. I made coffee and we walked dogs. I had just settled down to read the paper when Ben stalked out of the back with a grim look on his... Continue Reading →
It was my idea after all, to go to West Virginia. I used to backpack there years ago, and I've always loved the state. "Let's pack up the boats and the dogs and scout out the area, it will be fun and next time we can stay longer!" So we headed for Gauley Bridge, West... Continue Reading →
Along with our Red Dog we travel with my little Jack Russell Terrier (JRT). I adopted him in 2008 from a friend who had found him roaming the streets. They took him in and named him "Sweet Pea." They learned fairly quickly that they were not equipped for such a busy little dog. They searched for his... Continue Reading →
When we planned our trip, Ben told me that we absolutely had to ride the narrow gauge rail from Durango to Silverton. I'm not totally clueless, I know that narrow gauge rail refers to a train but all my historic train rides in Ohio had been on single track laid on mostly flat ground. The... Continue Reading →
RedDog on Wheels 