The camp host greeted us on a dirt bike at the campground entrance of the Sand Lake Recreation Area. “I don’t know if there are any open sites tonight. Pretty busy... Continue Reading →
Lacking the Right Equipment
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... Continue Reading →
Over-Planning
I am a planner, always have been. I make lists and spreadsheets to try to corral the inherent entropy of life. Order, containment, and anticipation give me comfort. I like to know... 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... Continue Reading →