The winter solstice has passed and the days are gradually lengthening. Spring is coming and then summer after. It is nearly Valentine’s Day and we have begun our planning for travel. It is what we do in the spring. We get ready for the road. I confess that I am an ambivalent traveler. By…
We have rarely taken a trip “just because”. Usually we are goal oriented with destinations (plural!) in mind and a general time line of progression. This trip has been somewhat different in that our plan was to plunk down here in Victoria and to explore or not as we chose. We are goal-oriented people…
One of the benefits of traveling in an RV or with a trailer is that the bed we sleep in is our own, a known quantity of comfort and firmness. Sleep is welcomed because there are no anomalies to distract somnolence. Our stay in The Dalles was improved by the upgraded room we received,…
Once again we are on the road. We don’t seem to stay put for very long, despite being home-bodies at heart. This time we are combining a road trip to Spokane to see family for a faux Christmas (faux since it early and we won’t get to see them on the day), with a…
Somewhere over China Between my two trips to China I heard a song by Jimmy Buffet called “Somewhere Over China”. Having just returned from an adventure, the song resonated with me and does so each time I travel. We always return home from our travels a little different than when we left. Each trip enlarges…
There always little events that get left out as I recall our adventures. To me these are the salt and spices that make up the full experience of our travels, the things we recall as experienced only by us. In no particular order: 1) Somewhere in Missouri, on a busy stretch of back country road…
We left Branson headed for the Apple Festival in Versailles, a small town 40 some miles away, up a long a twisting “highway”. It was a two-lane road that wound around Lake of the Ozarks, before aiming northwest. The entire route was an alternation of small villages and empty forest, but in such proximity that…
I once had a friend who told me that “he knew stuff; he’d been to town and seen two dog fights and a circus.” At one end of the main strip in Branson, Missouri, is the front half of the Titanic in its nearly full-size glory, the other half presumably sunk. Passing the ship…
Yogi Berra said “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” He must have watched me try to navigate strange streets in a strange car. We have specific roles as we motor across America. I drive and Lydia navigates. She is quite adept at map reading and sign recognition. I’m not. I’m…
So, there we were, 400 passengers and all our luggage lined up at the top of the dock. The scene was reminiscent of a breakout from the old folk’s home. (Keeping in mind that Lyd and I are probably the youngest passengers and that the median age onboard is closer to 78 than to…
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