Author: Beth Morrison

“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…

“You wanted to leave at 7:00; it’s 7:00.” “I always feel good when we actually leave for a trip. Something always tries to stop us,” I said as Ron put the Subaru in gear, and we began the 511-mile journey to Upstate New York to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. Ten days in honor of…

“Back in the OBX, Ron said after our “Set up” toast. The weekend begins when Ron cracks open his beer and settles into the blue rocker, spinach dip and chips by his side. Another week gone; how time does fly. Our first time on the inner loop, and we like it so far. The sun…

“We’re in the spot we looked at enviously last time,” I said to Ron. Back in Mt. Pleasant, fondly called Mt. P, we came for the “See Ya at Christmas” party. Our friend’s daughter and family move to Arizona for her husband’s job, leaving Wednesday for their new home. We didn’t want to miss the…

Whenever Ron and I work on the Crusader, we bring the old girl to Newport News Park. Close to home, we have all we need to do whatever project. Site B-64 has excess parking, making it ideal for inviting guests to sit by the campfire with us. A bit tight backing into the spot, a…

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…

“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…