Hillbilly Bivouac

We could hear the truck coming up the camp road long before it arrived. An ancient pickup with three men squeezed in on the front bench seat, rumbled past our campsite in the mountains of Tennessee. Through an open window, one of the men gave us a nod and a subtle two-finger wave.  The truck pulled... Continue Reading →

Cupcakes and Birthdays

I vividly remember the first time we made cupcakes in the trailer.  Little tins with paper shells, filled with sweet cake dough, were popped into our pint-sized oven.  It was our oldest daughter's birthday, or close enough, and we were camped at the Alabama beach.  The thought of baking a whole cake in our little galley seemed too much,... Continue Reading →

Rain

It had been raining hard at our campsite for the past 24 hours at Paul B. Johnson State Park in South Mississippi. My son Andrew and I had taken the trailer out for the weekend to dust off the cobwebs and make sure all systems were working. The Airstream kept us warm and dry. We were... Continue Reading →

Pepé Le Pew

The Class A motor home entered the campground at dusk, raking our little campsite with its high beams as we were just finishing up dinner. The big burgundy rig with matching car in-tow, slowed in front of our site then continued down the campground road into the darkness of the trees, leaving only a faint whiff of... Continue Reading →

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