Discovering America.... One winding road and small town at a time

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...

The Drop

A cool morning breeze rustles the feathers of the sleeping bald eagle. His golden eye pops open just as the tip of the sun crests the earth.   From his perch high on a...