Blogs, random thoughts, travel

  • Remember When?

    Remember when we used to talk to people on telephones?

    It used to be that we just dialed a number and waited for somebody to answer.  If it rang fifteen or twenty times, that meant they probably weren’t home.  Because even if they had been in the bathroom, they would have made a mad scramble to reach the phone.  After all, it could be important.  But as the one doing the calling, we’re imagining them picking up the receiver just as we hang up—so we let it ring another three times, just in case. 

  • Not All Campgrounds are Created Equal

    One time at a KOA west of Yellowstone we were packed tight like sardines, the showers were one degree above frigid, and the campers next to us were growing broccoli on their picnic table. In the Poconos our van haphazardly huddled around the electric outlet with several other RVs trying to get juice to keep us warm on a wet, cold night.  And once in Maine we confirmed the campground had showers only to walk in to the building and discover they were coin-operated with no change machine on site and all of our quarters had gone toward washing our clothes!  No, our experiences have not been great.

     

    Until a couple weeks ago, that is.

     

  • Easter Egg Hunt

    In my childhood, I recall that on the Saturday before Easter Sunday we would take a basket or box, line it with fresh green grass from the lawn and a few wildflowers from the pasture (but never bluebonnets because we were not permitted to pick them).  These baskets would be lined up in the hallway of our utility room and on Easter morning we would check them for chocolate bunnies and other sweets.  Sometimes there would be a few dyed eggs to find in the grass outside.
  • Soo Locks and soo much more

    Sault Ste. Marie (Sault is pronounced like the girl’s name Sue) is a Michigan city built on the Canadian border.  We were very familiar with the name because for years our television news weatherman back home always used it as a point of reference when giving national temperatures.  Every weathercast we could count on knowing the high or low in Sault Ste. Marie.  It came as quite a surprise during our trip that most of our friends had no clue where it was!
  • Mackinac or Mackinaw

    Still early in the morning, we pulled in to a Welcome Center in Mackinaw City.  The woman behind the counter was super friendly.  She loaded us down with all sorts of brochures which made me wonder if they get a commission based on how many pounds of tourist brochures they push out the door.  
  • Pure Michigan

    As we pulled up to the Sleeping Bear entrance booth, a ranger slid her window open and greeted us with “We were expecting you today!”.  What a warm welcome!  
  • More Michigan

    We knew we needed some “touristy” information on Michigan so we made it a priority to find a welcome center for some maps and brochures.  After a Google search, the first one we were led to showed no signs of ever existing.  The next closest one was physically there, but judging by the plants we could see through the windows, had been closed for several weeks.  
  • Indiana Wants Me

    The title "Indiana Wants Me" has little to do with the blog.  It's just a song by Dean Taylor from 1970 that I once knew the lyrics to and it fit the state we were driving through.
  • Great Lakes Trip

    Rather than incorporate our last big trip into a book, I have decided to share it in a series of blogs.  (Translation:  There hasn’t been much happening around here and I’ve run out of things to write about!).

    Throughout last year we had been making small trips in Wanda—rarely more than three or four nights on the road and mostly within the Carolinas.  We were craving a longer adventure and decided upon a trip to the Great Lakes. 

  • The Ledger

    When we emptied my parents’ home, there were large piles and tubs of photos and historical family documents.  You see, they had gone through this same rite of passage with their own parents.  My siblings and I did the best we could to sift through everything but in the end I can remember on the final day scooping up several old photo albums, putting them in a large Rubber Maid tub, and telling myself I would sort through them ‘one winter day’.  
  • Leftovers

    “If you don’t eat this, I’m going to have to throw it out.”
  • The Last Time

    The last time I held my son’s hand while walking around an amusement park came without realizing it.  And it makes me wonder when will be the last time my granddaughter gives me a hug and a “pat-pat-pat” on the back.