Author: Beth Morrison

“We’ve made a lot of memories in this thing,” Ron said, glancing around the Crusader as we began the arduous task of cleaning her out. “We’ll make new ones in the Atlas,” I responded. After almost seven years to the date, the time had come to trade in the Crusader. Needing new axles, a hefty…

“Alright, we’re off,” Ron said. With his words, we began our annual trek to Florida at 7:13 a.m., with the final destination Collier Seminal State Park: today’s destination, Palmetto Shores in South Carolina. Traffic delayed our arrival at Palmetto Shores by an hour. Uneventful, we enjoyed a serene drive, chatting about life and love. Crocheting…

Cool, 57-degree air escorted us out of Virginia southbound to Edenton, NC, to spend another Christmas weekend with Dave and Lisa Salomon. Needing the break and committed to not working, I napped in the truck while Ron drove. By 2:42 p.m., the dogs roamed free in their pen, and I took pictures of our temporary…

“Alright, 11:17. We’re off. Here we go.” Ron said as he put the truck in gear, heading on a new adventure. “Guess our elevation?” Ron asked after we cheered our arrival at Endless Caverns Resort. Having just glanced at my watch, 4:04 p.m. filled the screen. “1100 feet.” Ron’s face filled with surprised wonder. “1150….

“Don’t hurt my Honey’s car with the hail,” Ron said, smiling with a humorous inflection. The trip started roughly when traveling to see our friends Laura and Mike in Lewes, DE. First, I thought I left my medicine at home, so we pulled over for me to look for it. Thankfully I found the pill…

“Put it on meandering, not now, later. I gotta own it. B64, that’s where I hit the pole. Dog gone it!” Ron’s disgust at his error surprised me. Thankfully, the corner where it hit the pole only sustained cosmetic damage, but hubby had difficulty letting go of his mistake.” “I gotta let it go. I…

Friday morning started with Body Flow, a mixture of Tai chi, yoga, and pilates that Ron and I consider physical therapy for aging bodies. After quick showers at home, we hit the road to visit our dear friends Mike and Lynda in Mt. P, also known as Mt.Pleasant. Arriving just past 5:30, we enjoyed a…

“Alright pups, we’re good to go. 10:00 a.m., right on time,” Ron said. Hoisting himself into the truck, our first trip with the trailer to Myrtle Beach began with the sunshining and the temperature warm. First trip with our new back up camera, solar powered, we’ll see how it does. We listened to the Bear…

“What the fork?” Ron said when the tire pressure began beeping on 168. Lifting a glass lens to his right eye, he became more perplexed when the right trailer tire read 98 degrees. “It could be a misread, remember the other time?” “Or it might not be, we’ve had enough flat tires.” I said, looking…

“Is this our fourth trip, or fifth?” After much discussion, we decided fourth. On our first Valentine’s Day together, we used a Groupon for our getaway to Addy Sea in Bethany Beach; it always reminds me of our argument because Ron didn’t propose. We occupied the first room on the right, second floor, with a…