Tag: Campground
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It’s raining here and I’ve been sitting inside looking at Zillow, mooning over a cheaply priced farm in the upper snow belt, with the full knowledge that I have never raised cows, sheep, goats, chickens, or bees. I’m also fully aware that several years of Boise’s and Denver’s mild winters have made me forget how…
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I touched seaweed and let its slimy tendrils slip through my fingers, explored its air filled buoyancy bladders/pods, peeked at the marine world living beneath it all, and found it fascinating. This is a big step for someone who could barely stand to touch cooked spaghetti for decades. The Atlantic was just a short walk…
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Summer is over. We’re overnighting at Sebago Lake State Park in western Maine, next to a beautiful beach that deserves more time than we’re going to give it. We watched a few big rigs struggle to park this afternoon, thankful again for our compact setup. It feels a little strange having so many campers around…
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Set your brain in reverse for a moment, back to early May… You can imagine our raised eyebrows when we saw sign after sign for The Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania. Oh, sweetie. After a very good breakfast at the only and somewhat dubious-looking restaurant in Tioga, Pennsylvania, we drove over to see this natural phenomenon.…
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Hi, I’m Jamie, he’s Jeff, and we’re traveling full time in a small teardrop trailer we call The HMS Beangle. Ok, it hasn’t been that long since my last post, but it’s definitely been a minute. The last few weeks have involved much reading, much relaxing, and some very wonderful days spent camping with Bob…
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Beginning six weeks ago, we met a new nemesis, a very demon from hell sent to test our patience. We fought it valiantly, and I believe we finally have the upper hand. For this spring, at least. Remnants remain, though, in nooks and crannies of the trailer, the truck, and our lungs, eyes, and souls. Both Fairy…
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A lot of people out West like to talk smack about the Appalachians and other eastern mountains, and we admit to it as well. But after spending almost 4 months at or near sea level, it was a little thrilling to see the word Mountain in a campground’s name again. While hiking, biking, and driving…
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First and foremost, I have a grievous error to acknowledge. I have been misleading you all about Longleaf Pines for some time, and for that I apologize. What I often thought was a Longleaf (Pinus palustris) was instead a Loblolly Pine (Pinus taeda). I know. I know. It was a careless, but I also learned…
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Was I too harsh on Charleston? Maybe. Maybe my disappointment about our visit to long-anticipated Fort Sumter colored my experience. Maybe it was the busyness, the expensive fanciness that I can no longer abide (or afford). I don’t know. Regardless, we won’t be rushing back to it. What I loved about our time there was…
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Now you might think those two names don’t go together. And I’d have to agree with you. For better or for worse, Henry Ford was Detroit, and Detroit was Henry Ford. But Henry Ford and Georgia? Just saying that out loud is going to get you some serious side eye. While we were visiting Savannah,…
