Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
I wrote about naming my prosthetic leg "Beverly" in a previous post. Here is a quick recap of how that went down. October 2023 my friend Jean and I had tickets to a David Sedaris reading/book signing event. I was still in a wheelchair and our seats weren't accessible, so Jean took my book with... Continue Reading →
In the winter of 2024 we spent two short weeks in our usual Florida campground. For the rest of the year we took short shakedown trips to get used to the "new to us" RV. After a couple of these outings it became apparent that something needed to be done to make the rig more... Continue Reading →
March, 2023 was our inaugural trip in our "new-to-us" RV. There's not much difference between buying an old house or an old motor home. It may have been updated and renovated over the years, but there are still things that need correction or repair. After spending a couple weeks in Florida, we headed for Red... Continue Reading →
When we made the announcement that we got a new RV lots of people sent congratulatory remarks. There was one phrase that recurred regardless of gender, background or whether or not they even owned a horse: “Good for you, get right back on that horse,” or a more complete thought, “You get right back up... Continue Reading →
I’ve always thought people who named inanimate things were a little weird. A high school pal who was a good guy if uncreative, named his VW Beetle Herbie. Paula, my college roommate named her classic Ford V8 Crown Vic sedan “Victor.” My neighbor named her aging Toyota “Whitey.” Then I got a prosthetic leg and... Continue Reading →
I received my first prosthetic leg on February 26. Moments after taking my first steps, Ben asked Brian, my prosthetist if he thought I’d be able to make it to Florida at the end of March. Brian is a kind man with a dry wit and an inner life he keeps mostly to himself. His... Continue Reading →
Once all the hullabaloo surrounding our RV wreck settled I had time to think about what had happened to us. A postscript to the wreck was the loss of our beloved Ryder. There was the tire, the crash, injuries, hospitals and a lot of other stuff that happened to us, and oh, yes, we lost... Continue Reading →
I was strolling through the campground with Ryder when she ran up to me. “Are you Pam,” she asked. I told her yes and she asked if I remembered her. Of course. Olivia. Her family camped near us last year and she fell in love with the Red Dogs. Her brother Aidan also liked our... Continue Reading →
Traversing the Florida Panhandle got me to thinking about time travel. The area of the panhandle where we are straddles Eastern and Central Time zones. We’re in Port St. Joe, which is Eastern Time. Drive a few minutes west to Mexico Beach and you find yourself in the Central Time zone. The line that divides time... Continue Reading →
We spent a week in Gulf Shores AL at the stunningly beautiful state park. On the way down, Ben told me we were going to make time to go to nearby Foley to visit Lambert’s. When I asked him what Lambert’s was, his answer was mystifying. “It’s the place where they throw rolls at you.”... Continue Reading →
RedDog on Wheels 