Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
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 →
When I'm working on a story, at some point I turn to Ben and say "want to hear what I wrote?" This usually happens while we are on the road or just before bedtime. It helps me to read aloud, as I catch errors and notice parts that need to be reworked. He is a better editor than... 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 →
Out of our group of friends, one or both of the people in each RV is a dedicated fisher, with the exception of me and Ben. I'm comfortable in my observer role, and it's been fun to watch a few of our friends at their sport. Each fish species has a season it may be caught... Continue Reading →
I've traveled quite a lot in the past few years, and I've learned there are three ways to be Away. There is “ Away on Vacation." another is “Vacation Away" and the last I'll call “Home Away." I'm going to talk mostly about the last, but let me define previous two conditions, just so that... Continue Reading →
Traveling for any extended period of time requires faith, hope and trust. Things can break, illnesses (ours or the dogs') crop up, plans change and so on. We've had a few minor ups and downs that increased my respect for people who live on the road full-time. You have to develop a low adrenaline response... Continue Reading →
Stagecoach. The Searchers. 2001: A Space Odyssey. National Lampoon's Vacation. Mission Impossible. The Eiger Sanction. Forest Gump. Dozens upon dozens of movies have used its scenery as a backdrop. I've dreamed for years of going to Monument Valley since I first saw it as a kid on a Saturday afternoon watching She Wore a Yellow Ribbon. Now... Continue Reading →
We were in Moab for the week. Moab’s population is about 5,000 resident souls and 40,000 tourists. Just about everyone you don't see working a job is likely from somewhere else. We went to dinner at the Spoke restaurant for a second time. We typically eat at the bar—it’s way more social. We took our... Continue Reading →
I'd been widowed for a few years when I met him at the dog park. Long story short, he asked for my number. I gave him my email instead. I figured that was safer, because even an ax murderer could be a dog lover. I came home and had a note from him in my inbox. We... Continue Reading →
We left the Black Hills and headed for Colorado. From the time we left until we pulled into Cheyenne for the night we were beaten up by vicious cross winds. The motorhome bucked and swayed while Ben hung onto the steering wheel for dear life. While we were on 2-lane highways, the draft from oncoming... Continue Reading →
RedDog on Wheels 