Great Campsite, Too Little Time

We had only three days at Perrot State Park in Wisconsin, right across the Mississippi from Michigan, near La Crosse. I’ve mentioned this before but it’s increasingly relevant: more people than ever are in RVs camping. Other full-timers tell us they never had to bother with campground reservations until this year, and now they’re having […]

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So Far in Cedar Falls

We’re in Tracy’s hometown, and I tell you what. You know when you’re driving through someone’s old stomping grounds and at every corner they say things like, “Well that entire complex is new,” and “I think my dad had a special dinner there once,” and it goes on and on and is annoying? I actually […]

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Lincoln’s New Salem

As we make our way to Iowa and Wisconsin, we’re sticking to our plan to stay at campgrounds for the weekends so we know we have a sure-fire camping site for Friday and Saturday nights when campgrounds are often full. The pattern is to arrive Wednesday or Thursday to get a good spot and then […]

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Our First Harvest Host Stay

Aka No Alpaca but Other Cutie-pie Animals Last night was our first—and fabulous—experience using our membership with Harvest Hosts. The way this works is we pay an annual fee to this organization, and they give us access to their network of businesses that welcome RVers to park with them overnight for free. What the businesses get […]

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Airstreamers’ Mecca

There’s only one factory in the world that makes the iconic Airstream, and we visited it early in our travels because our Firefly needed tweaking—a handful of problems she came off the factory floor with that were under warrantee. So when we got a coveted appointment for servicing, we high-tailed it to Jackson Center, Ohio, […]

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Five Days in the Hollow

We’re in Savage River State Forest, which isn’t really a hollow (“holler” for you non-Southerners). It’s a deeply wooded, steep valley that feels like a hollow, but it’s actually up in the Allegheny Mountains of Maryland, near Sleepy Creek.  I started calling it a hollow as soon as we got here, when I broke out […]

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Lake Ruth Ann

Turns out it pays to look at a map. (You’d think I would have figured this out after 13 years working on a magazine about mapping.) I’ve been calling the bit of water here a pond, but it’s named a lake—either Lake Ruth Ann or Small Country Lake depending on your source. The handy map […]

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