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...
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...
Alabama / Butterfly Hollow Stories / Florida / Louisiana / Michigan / Mississippi / Tennessee / Travels / Virginia
by David Rasmussen · Published January 15, 2017 · Last modified January 25, 2017
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...
We're a young at heart couple with a taste for the crazy. We're from the hills of Tennessee, though when we say "from", we just mean that is the place most fondest in our heart and where we have lived the longest. Today we are perpetual travelers. We've been in love for over a quarter of a century and have developed a taste for discovering something new...
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