Travel Journal 8: Chincoteague

When I was 10 I read Misty of Chincoteague, and it began for me a love of reading horse stories. When I was planning our trip and looking for state parks to stay at, Kiptopeke State Park came up, on the Southern end of the Delmarva peninsula, and a reasonable drive to the island of…

Travel Journal 7: Big Meadows

After Monticello, we got to enjoy our camping spot at Big Meadows in the Big Shenandoah National Forest the second day. We weren’t quite expecting the very, very rusticness of it – nor the tons of dog poo all over our camp site, but the rangers were really nice and cleaned it all up for…

Travel Journal 5: Fairy Stone State Park

We made it up to Virginia, but awfully late because we had lingered so long in Asheville. Nothing terrible happened on this drive except for the usual sibling squabbles and listening to Nightcore. It was almost dark when we got there, but we tossed up the Green Goblin (one of the other campers even helped…

Travel Journal 4: Asheville

We had a blast in Asheville. We stayed in a little cabin on my friend Sabrina’s beautiful homestead a short drive from the city. She’s been homesteading here for six years now, and this is the first time I’ve visited! She is an herbalist, and her garden is full of magical blooming herbs, all covered…

Travel Journal 3: Cloud Canyon

Our next stop was Cloud Canyon. That evening the Green Goblin went up easier than ever before,  especially since there was a super handy big rock to pound the stakes in. It wasn’t until dinner that things started to get a little hairy.  I was making something i would never make at home, but made…

Travel Journal 2: Tallulah Gorge

The next day’s drive brought us to Tallulah Gorge State Park in north Georgia. The drive there was only a few hours long,  but it was very intense.  We avoided Atlanta like the plague, but the traffic extends so far beyond it, we still found ourselves driving through 14- lane wastelands with cars almost merging…

Midsummer’s Homecoming

As soon as I got home, everyone rushed over to me, barking and wriggling and glad. It was wonderful to wake up at night again and hear other people breathing, to feel the dogs walking on the deck outside, scratching and playing, to have my favorite kitty Ginger snuggled purring next to me, and to…

Travel Journal 5: The Rose Garden

My last day – i was busy with an art project and packing, so made just a short excursion out to stretch my legs to the Harvey Cornell Rose Park. Gosh, i had totally forgotten what it’s like to walk somewhere on your own. Honking horns, men at stop lights mumbling creepy unintelligible things things…

Travel Journal 3: Chapels and Roses 

We spent the day touring and shopping for the children back home. It’s funny how we are so used to doing everything for our children, that now without them it’s a little like being lost. When we see pinecones on the ground, or the cottonwood fluff we reminisce about how much they would enjoy collecting…

Travel Journal 1: Santa Fe, NM 2020

I flew into Santa Fe Regional Airport Saturday evening to meet a friend i haven’t seen in years since she moved away.  The Air BnB we are staying in is beautiful and private,  and the adobe walls give the place a wonderful, snug feeling.   It was a bit of a fiasco at first, because the…

Welcome Home Soup

It was a difficult journey home,  and Florida greeted us with old friends – mosquitoes, fire ants,  a thunderstorm, and a hurricane.  We had had trouble with a misunderstanding at the airport.  I thought Ethan had checked the Teenager’s bag beforehand, and we didn’t have enough money to check it when we got there and…

TRAVEL JOURNAL 22: OLD FRIENDS

The last installment of this crazy adventure was spent in Crest, a tiny medieval town with a lot of bohemian inhabitants in the Drome, very close to the homestead we stayed at in Ardèche. There is nothing in particular about the town that I stopped in for, except that a very old and dear friend…