The journey ends (for now).
A day of quiet, exploring tidepools and spying a pending pinniped invasion, and remembering why Twilight sucked at the end.
We moved north in Oregon, landing at Coos Bay after saying good-bye to M’s brothers in Bandon. And we were, in fact, able to park without knocking over cars or power poles.
We discover dinosaurs in Oregon.
The morning came to leave the Manchester Beach KOA. Two questions arise: what’s a Honey Wagon? And did we slide off a cliff due to a broken trailer?
On the second of ten days of travel trailer adventuring, we learn the thrill of leaving your travel trailer back at camp. Also, a close encounter of the whale kind.
(I thought I should write about RBG. But I’ve already done that on Facebook. And others are more eloquent. I thought I should write about the ACLU; but I’ve already done that and donated. So instead, I’m just going to write about something more personal and less fraught with global importance. The fight can waitContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part II”
What happened when we hit the road with a new travel trailer? Less death and destruction than you would think.
We were sitting on a riverbank in the Tahoe National Forest. Sand and pebbles. Cold, green water swirling in corners, pooling behind glacial boulders, flowing beneath pine trees. We were drinking rosé, eating cheese, olives, salami, and Marcona almonds in the shade, while the seven-year-old floated in an idle pool, relaxed as a leaf onContinue reading “Biophilia”