American Airstream Adventures
Raymond thought he heard a light tap on the outside of his trailer door, but perhaps not. It could have been the wind or a twig from the cottonwood tree he was parked under. He wasn’t expecting any visitors this evening. Raymond returned to his book and took another sip of tea. Again, a tap.... Continue Reading →
Our trailer Seymour has been in the shop lately to get a new freshwater tank and has been unable to get out on any new adventures. Our problems started during our recent trip out to the Northwest when I noticed that we seemed to run out of freshwater quickly. Looking at the underside of the... Continue Reading →
Milton had a gruesome death. A fillet knife was plunged deep between his ribs and into his lungs. His assailant, a man he did not know, dropped the knife on the floor and fled. Blood slowly filled his chest. Breathing was hard. He pulled himself off the bed and collapsed on the floor. Blackness closed... Continue Reading →
Many of my readers are new to blogging, as I was just 6 months ago. If you are unfamiliar read on… Unlike Facebook, a blog is a website under the control of an administrator (on my blog site it’s me). There may be several “pages” having information about the site, its authors, and contact information.... Continue Reading →
The camp host greeted us on a dirt bike at the campground entrance of Sand Lake Recreation Area. “I don’t know if there are any open sites tonight. Pretty busy being Saturday and everything,” he said to us through our open window. We had pulled the trailer, down the winding roads of the scenic Oregon Coast,... Continue Reading →
Carmelites have an almost European obsession with dogs. They put bowls of fresh water in businesses, hand out free doggie treats at restaurants, and provide cannisters of Mutt Mitts at most street corners. Dogs are proudly walked down the sidewalks, in front of quaint cottages and shops, and right down trendy Ocean Avenue. Big dogs, skinny... Continue Reading →
A young man and his wife pedaled their bicycles laden with camping gear up to the ferry terminal in Port Angeles, Washington, looking to catch the afternoon boat to Vancouver Island. Towed behind the man’s bike was a small trailer holding a screaming toddler. The little family was running late and seemed concerned about catching the boat; stopping... Continue Reading →
The trail to Fragrance Lake started out steep from a small parking area along the Chuckanut Road in northwestern Washington. Early morning fog, coming in from Puget Sound, blocked the rising sun. Cool coastal air, with a hint of salt and seaweed, mixed with the scent of the forest as we climbed the trail. We were... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t going to shell out forty-two dollars for a canister of bear spray. Despite signs at the trailhead expounding the dangers of grizzly bears in Glacier National Park, I ignored the warning. Marcia and I had been in the park for a few days and had seen little wildlife, and no bears. Plus, we... Continue Reading →
