Two dogs, two people, one RV. What could go wrong?
In February we stayed at a campground called Presnell’s in the town of Port Saint Joe, located on St. Joseph Bay. The bay is beautiful and protected by a spit of island called Cape San Blas. If you come to Port Saint Joe looking for what Ben calls “trinkets and trash,” there are one or... Continue Reading →
On our first trip to the Florida Panhandle friends recommended that we visit the First United Methodist Church in Apalachicola. It is one of the oldest churches in the area. It’s a traditional wooden church with sunny leaded glass windows and a close-knit congregation, most who have attended the church for generations. They are presided... Continue Reading →
Florida panhandle weather is usually windy and cold in March. Some days it is exceptionally so which can make outdoor activities less than pleasant. On days like this we turn inland to check out local attractions. So it was that five of us piled in a car to troll downtown Apalachicola for action. Our group... Continue Reading →
My friends and I are all getting older, and when we get together talk usually turns to planning for the inevitable day when we shouldn’t live alone. We have strategies that range from sucking up to children or various nieces and nephews to sizing up which friends to room with a’la the Golden Girls or... 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 →
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 →
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 