In need of a new faucet, the Crusader gained a sink as well. While in Florida, the plastic handle came off from overuse. “Shit boxes, all of ’em,” Ron says often. Driving your home 60 mph for thousands of miles does result in wear and tear. As soon as we fix one thing something else…
Author: Beth Morrison
Wintergreen Weekend
“We set sail in a sea of brake lights,” Ron said. Excited to get on the road, we immediately came to a stop. Anticipation quickly squashed, we realized we might as well settle in for a long afternoon of driving. As always, I’m thankful Ron does the driving. Since leaving Nautica, where I drove over…
Take the Bucket
“Take the bucket,” I said. Ron rolled his eyes and headed towards the garage. Because of the diesel price, we decided to rent a cabin instead of taking the camper—something we’ve always wanted to do but never have. We seized the opportunity when it arose. Thanks to our dear neighbor Stephanie, who graciously said yes…
April Fools in OBX
No joke, we spent April Fool’s day traveling to OBX for a weekend of relaxation. Friday afternoon, we arrived at check-in time. Thinking we would have chilly weather, how delightful to find we could sit in the sun and enjoy its rays. The emptiness of the campground surprised both of us. Typically, OBX Campground doesn’t…
In Like A Lion, Myrtle Beach’s Winds Blow Strong
Leaving a few minutes later than hoped, we pulled out of the storage unit at 8:21. a.m. heading south to Myrtle Beach, SC. Maps showed a back-up on the Monitor Merrimac Bridge-Tunnel, so we decided to take the James River Bridge. “Dutch rode his motorcycle over this once. It scared him; he stopped riding after…
“Hey Honey, when you finish, run the shower heads”
Discovering on day two of our Florida vacation our showerheads were leaking set the tone for a wet week. Proof perfection doesn’t exist on earth. As wonderful as our week was, our thorn in the side was the leaking shower. Water rolled from the shower after dripping from the knobs, flooding the floor on my…
Day at the Resort
I woke early to watch the sunrise over the ocean. While Ron and the pups slept, I made a cup of coffee, gathered my phone and journal, then headed to the beach. Just as I was taking a picture of my bike, a truck pulled into the parking spot, illuminating it perfectly for the photo….
Christmas Camping
After a quick walk with the dogs, we piled in the truck at 7:18 a.m. headed to pick up the trailer. “Right on time, a little early.” Ron said at 7:52 a.m, climbing in beside me after hooking up the trailer. We began our slow rolls, heading for a new adventure, the early morning sun…
Sawgrass TPC
“Can we just go in and check out the golf course?” Ron asked the guard at the entrance gates. Both of us were nervous, afraid he would say no. With a smile on his face, he said, “Yeah. Fourth left, Championship way.” Looking at each other, smiles broke across our faces as we breathed a…
Beach Writing, My Favorite
Listening to the rhythmic waves, hearing the chatter of those around us, smelling the crisp, salt air inspires me like nothing else. “Mommy, I hurt my foot,” a child playing at the water’s edge just yelled. Ron lays in the sun on his belly, finally able to finish a book he’s started months ago. Young…