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...
Category: Travels
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...
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...
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...
Michigan – again and again
This has been an amazing year for Two Lanes of Freedom. Our plan for the summer was to slowly make our way up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and spend time exploring this beautiful...
Somewhere in Time – Mackinac Island Michigan
It’s raining softly and I quietly listen to each delicate drop find its way from the heavens onto the top of the ferry boat. I’m still in that mysterious place nestled between a dream and...
