Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
We are presently heading for Vermont, driving along I-90. Ordinarily interstate drives aren’t interesting, but in Pensylvania Lake Erie sparkles on the left and rolling vineyards pass on the right, making this leg of the trip quite pleasant. We crossed the border into New York and turned away from the lakeshore, and went back to... 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 →
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 →
It was the bike that caught my attention. The adult tricycle was painted shocking pink and was festooned with dozens of blinking hearts on keyrings on the back basket. A pink plate read "Dancin' Annie's Pink Cadillac." It was parked most afternoons by the door of the Oyster City Brewing Company. The Oyster CIty Brewing... Continue Reading →
I meet a lot of people on the road, but in Durango Colorado I hit the jackpot for memorable personalities. The annual Cowboy Poet’s conference was in town, and colorful cowboy characters were everywhere. Some of you who listen to NPR may recall Baxter Black, who performed on Prairie Home Companion from time to time—he... Continue Reading →
To make a long story short, we had to leave our Florida campsite abruptly. There was a misunderstanding about our reservation, and we were told we'd have to leave a day before Ben had anticipated. We found ourselves on the road at 1:30 in the afternoon, with no plans other than to drive north. I... Continue Reading →
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