Seymour Sprung a Leak

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 →

Lacking the Right Equipment

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 →

Dog-Gone Beach

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 →

Ferry People

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 →

Bear Spray

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 →

Turkeys and Cosmo

One of our trailer tires began to fail so we pulled into the Goodyear Tire Service in Mitchell, South Dakota, the home of the “World Famous Corn Palace,” and not much else. Everyone we met in South Dakota was nice, down-to-earth, courteous, and just “good folk.” We were at the tire store before they opened... Continue Reading →

The Hit and Git

We needed diesel in the truck as we crossed over the Mississippi River at Vicksburg heading west.  A large billboard advertised a truck stop and superstore at our next exit. Perfect. Orange road work and flashing detour signs then announced that our exit was closed. We were re-routed around the truck stop, and found ourselves... Continue Reading →

Hillbilly Bivouac

We could hear the truck coming up the camp road long before it arrived.  An ancient pickup with three men squeezed in on the front bench seat, rumbled past our campsite in the mountains of Tennessee. Through an open window, one of the men gave us a nod and a subtle two-finger wave.  The truck pulled... Continue Reading →

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