It’s raining right now. Fitting for how I’m feeling. The heavens cry along with me with the loss of my wonderful companion, Pugsly. I have few words now. I didn’t know it was possible to love a wee creature so much. Four years ago, she walked lost down my street and found me.
I’m currently sitting outside at my friend’s ranch in Skull Valley, Arizona. I stopped in for a quick visit on Monday, and got stuck. RB Paradise Ranch is a difficult place to leave. Open arms, horsies, rock clambering, good food, Argos romping… easy to get stuck here. You see, Richard is the kind of guy who has a big heart and loves company. He is chosen family to a lot of us oddballs and I’ve been to the ranch many…
I’ve been posting a lot of photos on my Facebook and Instagram pages! When I started this trip, I decided to subscribe to (full-time RVers) Technomadia‘s “2-2-2” rule: Drive no more than 2 hours, stay no less than 2 nights and be in to your next spot by 2pm. Over the past few months I’ve done pretty good adhering to that rule. It makes for much more relaxed driving, no ‘road buzz’ when you arrive, and allows for real downtime…
(Osceola National Forest, Florida. Hog Pen Campground, on Ocean Pond) There is a quote that is usually attributed to Ben Franklin that most of us have heard in context of political discussion, “those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither.” The other day I was driving along thinking about the prospect of getting a jobby job vs continuing on the road. I need to have income within a month or two or I’ll…
Hot Rod Pug! Videos of Pugsly in her new wheelchair that my friend Brandon made for her when I was visiting in Bluffton, South Carolina last week! A series of five or so short vids. 🙂 She can still gimp around, but this helps her go for distance and frees her up to go faster! Whee!
Fort Walton Beach, Florida I’ve been lazing away some days at a friend’s “cabana” in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. It’s pretty ideal and I feel luxurious hanging out at this 1960’s low profile little complex of eight single-story cabanas right on the beach. I’m glad I left New Orleans when I did on Sunday, because if I’d waited one more day, I’d have been driving in, and camping in that tornado storm! Yikes! As it was, the storm came through…