One of our favorite rides on our trip south is the trip over Newfound Gap across the Smoky Mountains. It is different each time we do it. This trip the ride was punctuated by the damage left by the November fire. It was above freezing when we left Riveredge Campground in Pigeon Forge, but the temperature dropped quickly as we climbed towards the peaks and it started to snow.
This past November, right after Thanksgiving, I was watching the morning news and a quick alert flashed across the screen about fires in The Great Smoky Mountain National Park in Tennessee. It caught my attention because we love the Smokies, we love Gatlinburg, and we even have a certain affection for the craziness of Pigeon Forge (ever heard of Dollyville?)
A day later, the wildfires in the National Park had exploded into a full-blown emergency and flames were licking at the mountain village Gatlinburg itself. The town was evacuated. Vacation housing and resorts in the area were at risk or, in several cases, consumed by fire. Continue reading The Smoky Mountains On Fire→
Some of you may have heard that we had to make a trip to “The Mother Ship”, aka the birthplace of our Airstream in Jackson Center, OH. We never fully came clean on the reason why, or told the tale of our trip, so hear’s the story.
On arriving home from our last outing with our Bambi to our favorite fall campground in Maine (Recompense Shore Campground at Wolfe’s Neck Farm in South Freeport), we were working on backing into our driveway to deposit the unit in her normal spot alongside our meadow. This is no easy feat, and is without a doubt the most unpleasant part of each of our Airstream camping adventures. It’s mostly my fault, since I like a narrow curvy driveway well-planted with lovely lush vegetation, which is apparently a Very Bad Thing when you are trying to back an Airstream and tow vehicle into a small spot. Fast forward to the point where nothing was lining up properly, wits are frayed, and the “just get it over with” mentality kicks in. That’s when you haul the unit forward without paying enough attention, and try to take down a substantial tree limb in the process.
The photo above does not show the full extent of the damage, but it does demonstrate substantial panel damage that requires complete replacement, and this is not for the faint of heart. Bruce does most everything in the way of repairs to our toys; but not this. Continue reading The Mother Ship→
We spent a wonderful week at our favorite fall camping destination last week. A great trip (except for the ending, but I’ll save that for later).
Wolfe’s Neck Farm is a stunning piece of property in South Freeport, Maine, right on the shores of Casco Bay. It is a non-profit farm specializing in organic dairy, as well as education programs, hiking trails, an extraordinary community organic garden, and the campsites known as Recompence Shores Campground. While we imagine it might be a bit too popular in July and August, we visit in late October and November, and it is heaven. There have been days when we are the only people staying there, which is very special. Continue reading Wolfe’s Neck Farm: Bambi Heaven→
‘wēmˌtərk’, noun, the combined action of a group of people a husband and wife, especially when effective and efficient there’s minimal squabbling. Similar to ‘team-work’ in theory, but very very different in practice.
Bruce and I had a weam-turk morning today on the Airstream. The challenge: replace the opaque glass in the door with clear glass. I have been annoyed by the opacity ever since we bought the trailer. We camp in all these beautiful places, and you can’t see out? What was Airstream thinking? After I complained about it to Bruce for about three years once or twice, he decided to take action. Continue reading Weam-turk→
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