American Airstream Adventures
I had fallen behind Gail, Charlie, and Marcia as we walked through the City of Ocean Springs at the beginning of the fourth leg of our hike across the Mississippi Gulf Coast. My mind started to wander. What if Jefferson hadn’t bought the Louisiana Territory from Napoleon in 1803, and France had established a French-speaking... Continue Reading →
We started up on the east side of Fountainbleau Beach, directly across the outlet of Graveline Bayou where we stopped last. A brisk breeze was coming off the sound and pushing small wavelets of brown water up the steep, narrow beach. Gail, Charlie, Marcia, and I headed west toward our destination for the day at... Continue Reading →
The skies were grey and threatened rain over Mary Walker Bayou just north of the Gautier (GOH-chay) City Park, the starting point for the next leg of our hike across the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Astute geographers will note that we were skipping forward about four miles from our previous ending point at the Pascagoula River... Continue Reading →
Note: This is the first part in a series to chronicle a hike across the Mississippi Gulf Coast by four friends over a period of several weeks. “They be your women?” Charlie and I thought the young man standing along the side of the road twenty yards in front had said to us. “What?” I... Continue Reading →
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 →
