“Lisa’s turning 60 and I want to throw her a surprise party .” When Dave called and told us to mark our calendars for this weekend, we immediately did. I volunteered to help in any way I could. Working with their youngest son, Joey, we planned the decorations. “This is the perfect trip to test…

“First trip from the new home.” Ron’s words as he pulled himself into the Dodge marked the beginning of our venture northeast to visit Laura and family, as well as do a little work. “Are you still willing to do a website for the church?” Laura asked a few weeks ago through text. With my…

“See ya Claymill! We’ll see ya in 10 day, 11 days, no 10 days?” Ron asked as we pulled out of our neighborhood, the clock reading 8:07 a.m. “Ten days,” I responded as we turned right, on the road of adventure and a new experience for the holidays. Arriving in Lumberton, NC, around 1:30, the…

“86,400 seconds in the day, and they pick this one to call me.” Leaving for Edenton to visit our friends at Blue Stallion Farm, Ron’s phone buzzed with a work call. Panicked that he would have to postpone our leaving to deal with the network issue, he solved the problem over the phone. With hearts…

“I can see why low cars bottom out,” Ron said as we maneuvered the Outback over the first of many bumps. “They said ignore the “No Trespassing” signs.” Feeling apprehensive as we passed several on our climb up the narrow, tree-lined road riddled with bumps, Ron’s words calmed me a little. The owners said you…

“We’re not turning around!” Ron ended the conversation before it started. Just past 8:00 a.m., on I-64, minutes from the house, I discovered that I left my battery for my hot glue gun at home. A half hour before we left, I had the brilliant idea to make cloth angels during the drive to Lancaster….

“You’ve been coming here for ten years,” Cindy said when she called to confirm our weekend reservations and bill us. “Yep, you’re the first campground we visited when we started RVing. Weekends in OBX are the reason we bought the camper.” Not until Cindy said the words did I realize how long we’d made the…

Leaving at 12:25 for the 3 1/2 hour trek to meet Easton, I can hardly wait. They’ve given him the nickname Squishy, and I can’t wait to squeeze him. Thankfully, we had little traffic and started across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel around 1:30. Wind made the waves choppy, but we didn’t feel it in the…

“North Pointe, here we come,” Ron said as he clicked the driver’s side front Jack into place on the Atlas, the last thing we needed to do before heading south to Mt. Pleasant to spend the weekend with our Life Community Church family. Driving halfway on Thursday makes the eight-hour RV trip less taxing. We…

“Is this Beth? This is John from Gettysburg Campground. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but we have to cancel your reservation because of flooding.” When I received the call Wednesday morning, the day before we left for our anniversary trip, my heart sank. Hurricane Debby decided to travel up through the Mid-Atlantic,…