Finally, U.S. news items have broken my spirit—as well as being surrounded by Trump yard signs and photoshopped flags and stand-up dolls and his name in sidewalk chalk on campground drives. When I’ve been writing cheerfully I haven’t been disingenuous—I am enjoying this adventure. But the news cannot be ignored, and my silly little travel […]
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Why I Do This
This is where we live this week. It’s just a site by a lake, in the woods, on the upper peninsula of Michigan. Nothing exotic: it’s not the Keys or the Utah Arches, just a lake. But reflecting on this spot this morning once again confirmed why I’m living this challenging lifestyle. Travel days are […]
Happy Birthday to a Dangerous Man
When I first met Tracy, he had a beer coaster thumbtacked to his closet wall. If you know him, you know that’s not like him. He hates doodads almost as much as he hates sayings. But it’s an important beer coaster, and he still has it. It says, All men dream: but not equally. Those […]
Living Between Two Worlds
I feel like I’m in a Star Trek episode where the transporter has malfunctioned (in the future no one says, “broken”), and I’m stuck between two planets. It’s not as bad as the time in The Next Generation when Geordie and Ro got stuck walking around the Enterprise like ghosts and had to figure out […]
While We Wait
The country is opening state by state, which—terrible for the health of the people—in our little world is a mixed bag. Opening Consequences Lifting of restrictions is great for the owners of this campground: they’d just bought it in October and have been investing in fixing it since then, but with the influx of spring […]
One-month Anniversary
As of today it’s been one month exactly since: I retired from the magazine. We left our house in Maryland. We started our dream of living in the Airstream. We parked here at this campground in Virginia, not realizing we’d be here much longer than a weekend (kind of like a three-hour tour). There’s a […]
My Tattoos Meet Their Inspirations
I spent a lot of time in the woods as a kid. I used to pretend to make the frame of a house by arranging downed tree trunks in the shape of rooms. And I would routinely harass a crawdaddy by building it a house in the creek using wide, flat stones. When it was […]