Don’t let that picture of that beautiful boondocking spot fool you. I am not alone. Yes, it appears at first glance to be near-perfect. Level, plenty of sun on the solar panels, in line to watch the sunset and full moon rise, and a red rocks view to die for. But right behind me are five other rigs. Big, noisy rigs. Continue reading
For as long as I can recall, I have always been passionate about train travel, from early childhood riding the miniature train through the Fort Worth Forest Park Zoo, to my longest ride yet, the TranSiberian Railway from Moscow to Beijing. Still, I can’t get enough. There is just something about the rhythmic cadence of the tracks, riding through scenery unspoiled by billboards and 18 wheelers. Not to mention the romantic Continue reading
This is a rather unconventional blog post for an RVer, but it’s one of my favorite memories from my multiple in and out visits as I bounced back and forth across Tucson this winter.
I first heard mention of the Mini Time Machine Museum of Miniatures from photos on Pam Wright’s Facebook page. After viewing her photos, I knew I had to add this museum to my list of places to visit while in Tucson. In addition to over 500 houses Continue reading
Another one of those “out west” places that feels like its approaching blogger cliché status is Bisbee, Arizona. After following RV blogs for about six years now, making my list of places to visit from others who have been before me, Bisbee sounds like a place I would love. It’s warranted a post from just about every blogger making the rounds through southern Arizona, using words like “funky,” “hippie vibe,” and “quirky charm.” Continue reading
I had never heard of Chiricahua National Monument prior to reading about it on my hiking buddy Mark’s blog back in 2015. I couldn’t even spell it, let alone pronounce it or find it on a map, but one look at those gorgeous canyons full of towering columns, and I quickly added it to my wish list.. Then one by one, my favorite bloggers all posted their own account of hiking “the big loop,” causing my anticipation and determination to visit this otherworldly place to heighten. Continue reading
I didn’t think I would blog again. Once I stopped and looked at it from “the 30,000 ft view,” it seemed like just more social media servitude that seems to have taken over much more of my life than I like to admit. I began to question was I still being honest with myself that I blogged solely for the sake of preserving memories? Or had it become a social crutch to keep me from feeling isolated in my chosen nomadic lifestyle? An excuse to spend time on the laptop that could be better spent outdoors or reading a book? Continue reading
During my southerly migration from Maine back to Texas, I had a chance to kick a few items out of the bucket. Here are some things seen along the way: Continue reading
Getting myself down from the skinny green branches of the “tree” that is New England did not come easily to me. As I sat on the edge of Maine’s Long Lake pondering my next move, I changed my mind almost hourly as to which direction I would take. My overwhelming urge was to make a B-line back to the comfort of the Great Southwest as quickly as possible…almost as if I felt guilt from two-timing on a summer fling. Continue reading
Continuing on south down Hwy 100 through the long sliver of the state of Vermont, October begins to redeem itself. For all the autumnal splendor that Montpelier and Stowe were lacking, I find in the Green Mountain National Forest of southern Vermont. Seems the further south I drive, the more beautiful it becomes…completely contrary to my expectation for New England. Continue reading
I’ve often read “If you want to learn about yourself, TRAVEL!” But it seems the opposite is true for me. I learn most about myself when I am immobilized. Sitting stationary at my friend Deb’s beautiful lakeside cabin for a month spending mornings watching the waterfowl and evenings sitting on the dock listening for loons brought about a lot of introspection…a little glimpse of what my life would be like if I were to ever stop my perpetual motion. Continue reading