The Convergence with a Conscious- Jammin’ at Hippie Jacks
Suddenly the silence we are driving in explodes into “ding ding ding”, “bleep bloop” and sounds I can’t even figure out how to type. What the heck is that crazy noise? There...
Discovering America.... One winding road and small town at a time
RV Dreaming
RV dreaming yet? It’s been three years since we’ve seen the Smoky Mountains and boy was she welcoming us back. The morning we arrive the peeks of mountains find themselves covered in...
Root Bound in Fertile Ground – McMinnville Tennessee
(Podcast read by Sharon) We travel with a few container pots of herbs and veggies. I’ve heard that you can take the man out of the garden, but you can’t take the garden out of...
Georgia Gems – State parks as perfect as a peach
“Georgia, Georgia… the whole day through. Just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind”…. is humming in my head as we cross the state line from Florida into the land of peaches...
Good Morning Heart! Hello Legs – Bike Trails in Hillsborough County Florida
This is going to be so much fun. Thanks for joining me this morning. I know it’s a bit chilly and yep, I can see my breath too as the morning sun wiggles its way in...
A restroom confessional-“His name is Billy Damn-it!”
I was heading into the restroom at the campground where we were staying and almost ran into a young man standing just inside the door. My initial reaction was one of surprise but then...
David slays Goliath
I know that smell. It has followed me everywhere I have traveled, lived and have been in my 51 years of life. It’s poop! Yep, I’ll coat it with whatever you may need...
Dreams of The Thaw
It’s winter still, but we’re fattening the horses, bulking up supplies and getting the wagons ready for our first adventure across the mighty Mississippi into the wild west later this year. Most of America...
Something About Spanish Moss
There’s a winter front coming through today. As the wind rustles the awnings on the camper, I glance out the living-room window and become enamored with the Spanish moss blowing back and forth from the...
Red Bucket in Siesta Key
It’s a little after three in the morning and I wake up with both of my hands pounding. It feels like someone took a Eastwing hammer and beat my palms. Perhaps I should turn on...
Sometimes I Fly Like an Eagle
In June of 2014 when we began our nomadic experiment and moved our happy selves into our 19′ camper, we thought it was just going to be a year long sabbatical tooling around the countryside...
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