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 →

Cupcakes and Birthdays

I vividly remember the first time we made cupcakes in the trailer.  Little tins with paper shells, filled with sweet cake dough, were popped into our pint-sized oven.  It was our oldest daughter's birthday, or close enough, and we were camped at the Alabama beach.  The thought of baking a whole cake in our little galley seemed too much,... Continue Reading →

On the Road of Discovery

I sat at my desk to plan a road trip for Marcia and me to the Pacific Northwest.  Cool air-conditioning dropped from the ceiling vents in my upstairs office.  A big leather chair had me perched in front of a 22-inch monitor with a keyboard at my fingertips.  Google, MapQuest, and the Airstream Forum were right there... Continue Reading →

Released

The strike indicator dropped quietly below the water's surface, I gently lifted with the tip of my fly rod to set the hook, and the line went taught. Suddenly, a dark shadow bolted across the river channel toward deeper water, line spilled from my reel as the drag gears let out a whine. The fish shot downstream,... Continue Reading →

My Grandfather’s Hawk

My grandfather stood on my backyard deck overlooking the tree tops and the valley below. With his hands cupped to his mouth and head tilted back, he let out a screech, "Cheeeeeeewv."  We held our breath and listened.  Nothing. Again, he screeched, "Cheeeeeeewv, cheeeewv."  We listened.  Far off down the hill came a faint raspy reply, "Cheeeeewv."  Again, we... Continue Reading →

The Open Road

How I long to be self-sufficient and free - an explorer in uncharted territory, a cowboy on the open range, a vagabond with nowhere in particular to go - traveling without schedules, reservations, or connections, having responsibilities to no one but myself and my companion.  The open road before me, my worries behind. All that I need - food,... Continue Reading →

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