Author: Beth Morrison

“Is this our fourth trip, or fifth?” After much discussion, we decided fourth. On our first Valentine’s Day together, we used a Groupon for our getaway to Addy Sea in Bethany Beach; it always reminds me of our argument because Ron didn’t propose. We occupied the first room on the right, second floor, with a…

“7:11 plus 8 hours means 3:11 arrival,” Ron said as pale pink ribbons ushered in the daylight. Heading south, the Crusader began meandering to Florida for our annual trip. “And we’re off. Leg two of our trip to Florida,” Ron said at 8:06 a.m. when he put the truck in gear and pulled out of…

“It’s going to be a Hallmark movie weekend. They’ve got stuff going on all weekend.” Lisa said. Edenton’s Christmas celebration does come straight from a Hallmark channel movie set, snow the only thing missing. Plans include a Candle Light Christmas tour of homes, a local author’s book signing, an early morning Christmas parade, eggnog and…

“Welcome to the farm,” Lisa said when we pulled into Bleu Stallion Farm, so named because of their mini pony, Rascal’s blue eye. Built in 1928, the two story, metal roof farmhouse welcome all who enter it’s premises. Touring the grounds brought a smile to my face as I met ducks, chickens and roosters all…

“Can’t you just see me cruisin’ around DuBois with my girls, singing?” “Yes, I can,” Ron replied with a wry smile as he glanced at me. “Pyromania” streamed from the radio, and I relived a teenage moment as I karaoked along to the best of my ability. My voice hoarse from my battle with the…

“It’s your birthday; you can do whatever you want.” “Good. I plan on sitting at the camper or the beach and do as little as possible.” Having a birthday in September, fall’s cooler temperatures make it perfect for a beach trip. With the kids back in school, booking a campsite becomes easier. Unlike the brutal…

“You can’t buy anything,” Ron said when we pulled up to The Bicycle Barn. Excited to explore Saturday morning, I headed out to get discovering discover I had a problem. During the drive-up, the chain protector became mangled. Recruiting Ron’s help, we found no tools to remove it, hence the trip to The Bicycle Barn….

“Want to go camping? They’ve got a spot open.” Wednesday night, Ron surprised me with his question. Unlike past years, we had no plans for Labor Day weekend. Machicomoco State Park kept coming up in conversation as a possibility, when they had a spot available, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity. “Sure!” Arriving just past…

“We off,” Ron said after sticking his phone in the cubby and approving the navigation’s directions. Ten years ago today, we wed. Deciding to make Niagara Falls our celebratory destination took little debate. “So many people get married there; it seems like a good place to go for our anniversary.” Ron had a good point,…

“Off to Watkins Glen, or, as my honey likes to call it, Glen Watkins.” After smiling and flipping Ron off for making fun of my dyslexic moments, we headed to Watkins Glen to recreate a picture of my mother taken Sept. 14, 1957, which she self-titled “Hopeless in Watkins Glen.” Twenty-five years old, she had…