Author: Beth Morrison

“Lord, let me live long enough to run the wheels off the Atlas with Ron,” I prayed silently in my hospital bed a week ago today. When my left leg swelled, pain radiating along its entire length while golfing, we knew another blood clot had formed. A year to the day after my first one,…

“We like the singles to serve dinner, so they get to see what the couples do.” Lynda said to me somewhere around 2003 when they worked at James City Community Church. i never did serve dinner, but I’ve wanted to do one of their marriage events ever since. And this weekend, that dream came true….

“Leaving now,” I texted Lori at 8:52 a.m., heading the Subaru towards Tidal. Dense fog on 220 near Cresson Summit had me praying and listening to worship music, relying on the Lord to guide me. I thought about how following God can be like driving through dense fog. All I could see was the car…

B45 in Newport News Park hosted Atlas for her maiden voyage. Wasting no time, we went directly to the campground, arriving just after six, barely making it before the reservation office closed. Dark, the lights on the front of the camper made Unhooking and leveling much easier. “Now I can relax,” Ron said once we…

“We’ve made a lot of memories in this thing,” Ron said, glancing around the Crusader as we began the arduous task of cleaning her out. “We’ll make new ones in the Atlas,” I responded. After almost seven years to the date, the time had come to trade in the Crusader. Needing new axles, a hefty…

“Alright, we’re off,” Ron said. With his words, we began our annual trek to Florida at 7:13 a.m., with the final destination Collier Seminal State Park: today’s destination, Palmetto Shores in South Carolina. Traffic delayed our arrival at Palmetto Shores by an hour. Uneventful, we enjoyed a serene drive, chatting about life and love. Crocheting…

Cool, 57-degree air escorted us out of Virginia southbound to Edenton, NC, to spend another Christmas weekend with Dave and Lisa Salomon. Needing the break and committed to not working, I napped in the truck while Ron drove. By 2:42 p.m., the dogs roamed free in their pen, and I took pictures of our temporary…

“Alright, 11:17. We’re off. Here we go.” Ron said as he put the truck in gear, heading on a new adventure. “Guess our elevation?” Ron asked after we cheered our arrival at Endless Caverns Resort. Having just glanced at my watch, 4:04 p.m. filled the screen. “1100 feet.” Ron’s face filled with surprised wonder. “1150….

“Don’t hurt my Honey’s car with the hail,” Ron said, smiling with a humorous inflection. The trip started roughly when traveling to see our friends Laura and Mike in Lewes, DE. First, I thought I left my medicine at home, so we pulled over for me to look for it. Thankfully I found the pill…

“Put it on meandering, not now, later. I gotta own it. B64, that’s where I hit the pole. Dog gone it!” Ron’s disgust at his error surprised me. Thankfully, the corner where it hit the pole only sustained cosmetic damage, but hubby had difficulty letting go of his mistake.” “I gotta let it go. I…