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…

Travel Journal 1: High Falls State Park

Well, this is it! The girls and i are off on a wild state park camping trip up to Virginia for two weeks! The trip began with a heart-stopping incident where the car refused to start, or even turn over. It had just been in for an oil change and check the day before,  and…

TRAVEL JOURNAL 18: THE HARD TWO DAYS

After we left Le Pontet, it was a long, long way all uphill. The Teenager was briefly impressed when we passed a big pile of stones to mark where someone had keeled over and died. It was grueling, and the path was packed. It seemed like everyone and their sporty girlfriend were hiking there that…