Granola – The Nature Boy
I want to write. I really do. It makes me feel so grand to craft memories into words, splash in some amazing photos, perhaps a dash of song or poem and to somehow put...
Category: Tennessee
The Box
There’s something so special about pulling into a state park that was crafted by the hands of the Civilian Conservation Corp in the 1930’s. We have to do a bit of due diligence of...
Snow on a Daffodil – Spring in Rock Island
Rock Island State Park – It’s been four winters since I’ve seen your scalp. I had forgotten how beautiful your skin truly is with its textures, contours, ravines and ridges. My feet find a...
Viva Nashvegas – Camping around Nashville
As you may have read from our Hurricane story, we had to put our rolling roof in storage for a little while so we could help out a dear family member. As my mom...
Hurricane
This fall as the hurricanes came crashing onto America’s shores, we had countless tugs coming from inside saying “GO, HELP, GIVE, BE THERE. “ We gave in small ways over the phone, but it...
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...
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...
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...
50 Shades of Green – A Journey up the Natchez Trace
Two lane road. Tall pines and Live Oak trees with eerie looking Spanish moss dripping from their limbs, line the sides of the road as we curve and weave our way through the forest. It’s been...
