“What time did we leave? 8:30?” I didn’t know, so Ron looked at the truck’s odometer and did the math. “8:20, 8:22 to be exact,” he said. And so our adventure to Jekyll Island began. Listening to “This Present Darkness,” by Frank Perretti, we traveled south on I-95. Crocheting pocket hearts for the shop, while…

Needing to test the bike rack out on the Atlas, we decided to do a short trip to VA Beach KOA. Originally scheduled for the end of April, my spring cold and cough caused us to delay it for two weeks. Leaving at noon, I read Ron my latest book, Living Divinely on the way,…

“The stop sign comes out,” said our neighbor, standing with a beer, his wife and daughters watching. “It does? That would help a lot. I could pull up and back right in.” Ron responded. Arriving just before 5:00 at Lakewood Family Campground, site 5414 sits at the end of the first block on 12th Street….

At 8:19 a.m., Ron stopped the Atlas at the Newport News Campground entrance, checking traffic on Rte. 143 before turning right and heading to I-64 to begin the 8-hour drive to Palmetto Shores, outside of Santee, SC. We will spend the night there before heading to Ponte Vedra Beach to celebrate the 50th anniversary of…

“Lord, let me live long enough to run the wheels off the Atlas with Ron,” I prayed silently in my hospital bed a week ago today. When my left leg swelled, pain radiating along its entire length while golfing, we knew another blood clot had formed. A year to the day after my first one,…

“We like the singles to serve dinner, so they get to see what the couples do.” Lynda said to me somewhere around 2003 when they worked at James City Community Church. i never did serve dinner, but I’ve wanted to do one of their marriage events ever since. And this weekend, that dream came true….

“Leaving now,” I texted Lori at 8:52 a.m., heading the Subaru towards Tidal. Dense fog on 220 near Cresson Summit had me praying and listening to worship music, relying on the Lord to guide me. I thought about how following God can be like driving through dense fog. All I could see was the car…

B45 in Newport News Park hosted Atlas for her maiden voyage. Wasting no time, we went directly to the campground, arriving just after six, barely making it before the reservation office closed. Dark, the lights on the front of the camper made Unhooking and leveling much easier. “Now I can relax,” Ron said once we…

“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…