Author: Beth Morrison

“Nice. Someone left a half-smoked cigar.” Picking it up in disgust, I was about to throw it away. “Perfect, I don’t have to buy one. It’s the only thing I needed to get.” Ron said. “You’re not smoking this!” “No, for the Christmas card. Cousin Eddie has a cigar. I think he has it in…

Ron’s birthday falls during peak leaf season in Charlottesville, VA. Our drive here was beautiful. Thankfully we avoided the construction around Short Pump with a quick detour on Rte. 250. Joe and Leslie, unfortunately, did not, spending 40 minutes stuck in traffic. Firewood was a priority in the chilly afternoon breeze. Thankfully, the camp host…

“Looking good, Crusader,” Ron said as we pulled out of our storage spot, headed to OBX for a long weekend. My choice of campgrounds to celebrate my 52nd birthday with our dear friends, Leslie and Joe. Getting off the peninsula proved challenging. Friday afternoon traffic is always hectic, but multiple accidents compounded the issue. And…

In my video of the trailer pulling out from Lancaster, Ron noticed the right side seemed low. Arriving home, backing the trailer into it’s spot at the storage unit, he noticed a weird sound. Crawling under the trailer, Ron discovered the broken spring. We estimate the spring broke coming out of New York or Boston,…

After three weeks on the road with the Crusader, she needed work. Peeling vinyl furniture was the final straw. Every time we sat in the chairs, a little piece of it came with us. I tried valiantly to cover the offenses with fleece but to no avail. We either get rid of the trailer or…

God surprised me this morning. Yesterday, when Ron told me the sun would rise over the Amish farmhouse, I immediately had a vision. I could see the purple and pink hues highlighting the silos as the sun began its slow slide upward. My mind’s eye created that picture. I waited all night to see the…

“We’re ready. Let’s put in our next campground adventure.” Ron entered the address into GPS, and at 10:39, we pulled out of site T6 at Belden Hill Campground, destination Lancaster, PA. After working diligently to get the morning fire started, I took the pups for a walk in the adjacent field. Sophia and Rocco loved…

Rainy mornings make for tight working quarters. My co-worker isn’t a fan of the rain but loves her blanket. Rocco is tucked in at my feet; he took some of Sophia’s space. Determined, she burrowed into her spot and hasn’t moved. My current stack of journals all serving different purposes. Only two are daily; one…

Even on the road, we need a laundry day. Growing up, Saturday was chore day: washing clothes, cleaning the house, mowing grass. Errand days on the road include a day fire, much more fun. After starting my fire, I spent time on the phone catching up with a friend. And then edited yesterday’s blog, then…

Flaming logs and quiet time started this special day. Schroon Lake (SL) was the catalyst for our trip. In ways, I’ve waited for this day for years. Ron has told me tales of SL since we met. His father’s childhood home; he has many memories here. With a population of 1,654 as of 2010, the…