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 →

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 →

Over-Planning

I am a planner, always have been.  I make lists and spreadsheets to try to corral the inherent entropy of life.  Order, containment, and anticipation give me comfort. I like to know where I am headed and when. So, it gave me great pause when several years ago a good friend, with whom I have tremendous respect, offered some sound advice saying,... Continue Reading →

Pepé Le Pew

The Class A motor home entered the campground at dusk, raking our little campsite with its high beams as we were just finishing up dinner. The burgundy big rig with matching car in-tow, slowed in front of our site then continued down the campground road into the darkness of the trees, leaving only a faint whiff of... Continue Reading →

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