Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
Wisconsin Fairgrounds Frolics, day 1 I mentioned in an earlier post that staying at county fairgrounds can be lots of fun when there are events scheduled during a stay, the last time we had baby goats running around. Even though there were no cute goats our two-day stay delivered some most unexpected entertainment. On the... Continue Reading →
I most enjoy traveling when I learn a little about the lives of the people we encounter. Bar (yes, the garage door opens) on the left, tasting room on the right. The second night of Summerpalooza21 we stayed with a Harvest Hosts participant. We rolled into the Rush Creek Distillery in Harvard, Illinois at around... Continue Reading →
We left Ohio fully loaded as usual. Anyone looking at our RV might think “boy, these people are expecting a lot of action.” Taking into account a 40’ RV, our tow car decorated with kayaks and bikes, I suppose we do have the appearance of a circus train. Our destination was several days away, and... Continue Reading →
If getting to a destination was truly the easy, rollicking experience portrayed in countless travel ads, movies like Lampoon’s Vacation and Planes, Trains and Automobiles wouldn’t exist, nor would stand-up comics have material about bad airline food, screaming kids and skanky hotel rooms. People who don’t travel in campers/RVs view those of us who do... Continue Reading →
When you get to a certain age the last thing you really need in life is more stuff. I like to keep things simple. So it was that when Ben asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told him I wanted to go away in the RV for the weekend—to Hocking Hills State... Continue Reading →
After extended time on the road we stop here and there on the way home for maintenance on our RV. That is how we came to be in Tuscumbia Alabama, where there is an excellent generator service business. Tuscumbia is also the birthplace of Helen Keller. Her childhood home and scene of the famous water... Continue Reading →
We decided we should see Mexico Beach, a few miles west of Port St. Joe. To get there you cross over a bridge and a short causeway on Hwy 98. The Gulf is a few hundred yards to the south. For those of you who have never been, Mexico Beach is a quintessential Florida beach... Continue Reading →
We love the Florida Panhandle. The tourism industry has lots of labels for it: “The Forgotten Coast”, “Old Florida,” “Florida as it Was,” and so on. The panhandle is populated by generations of oystermen and shrimpers, ship builders, fishing charters and shopkeepers who live in small costal towns, among them Mexico Beach and Port St.... Continue Reading →
We got a later than usual start on on our annual escape from winter. If the weather broadcasters were to be believed, after several days of really cold weather we were going to find ourselves trapped in a “Day After Tomorrow” type polar vortex. (I am a huge fan of cheesey disaster/action films. DAT is... Continue Reading →
Group travel in Yellowstone usually conjures up visions of busloads of elderly tourists decked out with floppy hats, fanny packs and cameras or disaffected teenagers who stand in front of the mountain vistas and text as their chaperones try to motivate them. There are other groups trekking through the park, though you have to be... Continue Reading →
RedDog on Wheels 