I am almost near capacity in terms of digesting all that our terrorist president is inflicting on this country. This afternoon, I came across this essay by Gregg Kleiner at Terrain.org. It was just what I needed and I hope you will be refreshed as well! Dear America, Remember the shape. It is a river…
Life in Bama is just how I like it–quiet yet full of life, interesting sights, and endless sounds. Quiet and full of sounds? Just one of the paradoxes on the coast. As I sit inside all I hear is the gentle, nearly silent sound of my dehumidifier pulling more moisture from the soggy air. Then…
Tango and I wander each day on foot. We have several routes on the beach and through the bird sanctuary. Sometimes we look for a new route that takes us into little nooks and crannies on this side of the island. The common thread on each route is the presence of worn wooden benches. The…
While my surprise visit from a friend brought great joy, I am back to grumpy. The trigger: news stories about the Republican push to repeal the Affordable Care Act as a first priority. They say that Obamacare is bad, the medical care is poor, and the cost is too high. However, it is only insurance…
The most amazing discovery so far about living in an RV full time? Life is the same in many ways as living in a house. I still misplace my reading glasses, even though I have at least 6 pairs laying around. I still hate doing dishes and they pile up sometimes. Housework and laundry never…
I woke up yesterday morning to large puddles outside the camper. Worse, I noticed that the windows inside had a great deal of condensation and – gasp – mildew. Small patches of white filaments alerted me. Mold? Turns out that the white stuff is mildew, a type of fungus that loves wet window sills. RVs…
Severe Storms, flash flooding! A soaking rainstorm coming for New Year’s Eve. Lightening, thunder! Batten the hatches. For days, brightly colored weather maps forecast bands of rain moving from the mainland over Dauphin Island, where I am camped out. More maps showed bands of rain moving from the south in the Gulf of Mexico over…
The desire to travel and live in my camper was something I could no longer resist. It invaded my soul, causing me to endlessly read about the adventures of others and to daydream nonstop. I thought that by purchasing a pop-up camper–training wheels–and camping every day off would be enough. The pastoral emergencies that interrupted,…
Sand! Sand in the sheets, on the floor, in my ear, and clinging to my shoes. Every day I sweep the camper and wipe the shoes. I cover the bed with Tango’s quilts, hoping to contain the sand on the bed surface. I am supposed to have outdoor flip-flops and indoor flip-flops, but I forget…
Tango and I love walking on sidewalks, trails, and now, the beach. We follow a short boardwalk from our campground. At the dune’s edge I fling off my flip-flops, unleash Tango, and start breathing the salty air. We walk either east or west in a grand circle or out and back. We walk close to…