Short Story: El Perro

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 →

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 →

Short Story: Vintage Haunt

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 →

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 →

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 →

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