Today’s our final day at Lake Ray Roberts, north of Dallas/Ft Worth. We’ve spent a whopping ten days here, same site as every year, so we can visit Karen on our way to a week of annual “life garbage” (thanks, Melanie) near Houston. Man have I enjoyed these sunsets over the lake; we’ve watched them […]
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Big Boy, Pelicans, Airstreamers We Can’t Shake
We designed the week after the big Airstream rally as decompression time by a Corps of Engineers lake in Oklahoma. We’ve gotten some down time in, but it’s been a whopper of a week, overall. On our way, we had a first: we abandoned a Harvest Host reservation after not being satisfied with the sloped […]
Doing All the -ings on the Turkey River
Yep, that’s me, the tiny pink dot in the middle of that wide, shallow river. I’m paddling my heart out there, but I’m also doing the other -ings these days in northeast Iowa. Camping Of course we’re always camping, but this spot feels like real camping, the kind we choose when we can. Normally we’d […]
Choosing a Campsite When You Anticipate Neighbors
We’re at a small county campground in SW Michigan that’s unusual: instead of being part of a popular county park with a playground or whatnot, it’s on land leased from the state wildlife and game preserve (I believe; the brochure we picked up is complicated). What I do know is it’s out in the woods, […]
A True Vacation
You know the background here: after two weeks in New York, we turned south to Virginia to wait on a couple of doctors—which’ll determine where we’re going next—and this change of plans meant we had no camping reservations for the summer. We were in a pickle. When my good friend Mary Margaret offered us her […]
Down the Cassiar Highway
We’re heading south through far-western Canada along the Cassiar Highway, a relatively new road (1970s) that connects the Alaska Highway to British Columbia. There are a few small First Nations villages on either side, and that’s it. The Cassiar The highway runs through the Cassiar, the Coast, and the Skeena mountain ranges, in a southward river […]
All’s Quiet on Cypress/Black Bayou
Unlike with those last couple of posts, I don’t have a story to tell here. All really is quiet in our little spot of northeast Louisiana. We’re camped at a recreation and water conservation district (aka a lake created by a dam, with surrounding land turned into a park). It’s a little confusing what the […]
Exhibit A: An Hour in Arkansas
We’re camped at Lake Chicot State Park, in the southeast corner of Arkansas, right off the Mississippi River. I posted last about kayaking here among the Cypress trees, which was phenomenal. The campground itself is very quiet right now during off season, with only one RV in our loop, and that RV pulls out and […]
Kayaking the Largest Oxbow
You probably know this, but I didn’t: an oxbow is a water formation that started as a big curve in a river that got cut off, as in the river took a short cut through the curve, for whatever reason, and kept going, leaving the curve on its own as a separate body of water. […]
Flooding on Winnipeg River
I’m lying on the sofa very early in the morning, watching and listening to a thunderstorm; it’s supposed to storm on and off all day long here. Normally I’d enjoy a good storm, but in the Airstream you worry about hail, falling tree limbs, the dog quaking in the corner of the trailer beside Tracy […]
