From my prolonged silence on the matter, you may have assumed that we succumbed to our various illnesses. Or perhaps we contracted Legionnaires’ disease at our Atlanta hotel because there was a Legionnaires’ outbreak at our Atlanta hotel. Or maybe we have been stuck atop Space Mountain all this time and none of you have […]
Author: Tracey
Halfway there and indeed, living on a prayer
Un-stranding yourself from an island is more difficult than you might think. After 5 days on the beach, a Quincearna baseball game and a private fireworks show from one of the world’s richest men that we just happened upon with no invitation; we attempt departure from the sheer randomness of that sentence and half of […]
BRB, R&R
We’ve all spent the last few days “relaxing” on the beach. Dad-style. This has included planning a tennis tournament with the kids in 110 degree heat with athletes 30 years younger and more able; and then spinning drama and controversy from said tournament that they themselves crafted the framework and rules. ~Recovering physically from the […]
But it’s a fun cult
As a high-ranking member of the logistics committee, I recognize that when all 15 of us descend on a location in our uniforms of matching T-shirts, crazy hair and road-weariness, it takes a few minutes for onlookers to figure out exactly what or whom they’re seeing. Is it a poorly-run summer camp or a rogue […]
On the Road Again
Greetings, Fellow Adventurers! If you recall from our last episode, the caravan of 15–because obviously that is the best number in a traveling party–made its way around the Northeast, at times even crossing international borders. A fabulous time was had by all. This summer, the menfolk feedback from Louise and my amazing past itineraries was, […]
Follow the Chocolate Brick Road
A wise man once said, “Give me chocolate or give me death.” Hershey, Pennsylvania opted to give us both. Ok, maybe no wise man ever said that, but I do know two very wise women who recognize when they’ve met the natural end to an amazing adventure. After almost three weeks of perfect weather, flawless […]
Beantown
We rolled into Boston licking our wounds, as in the bites, stings, stabs, disembowelments, or whatever the native Maine insects inflicted upon us over the last four days. They are intense little buggers, that’s for certain. So a couple of nights in a hotel was just the respite we needed. But Boston had other plans […]
Siri Vs. Viktor
I keep trying to foster a healthy relationship between Siri, our passive-aggressive navigation system, and Viktor, our 33 foot long RV. It’s not going well. Viktor: Good morning, Siri. I need to go this next leg of the journey all on interstates, avoiding these small back roads, please. Siri: Recalculating route. Viktor: Wait, this takes […]
Maine
After the longest drive of our route to date–6 hours–we wound our way through New Hampshire and back up along the coast of Maine. We had a picnic near a Moose Crossing sign before landing in Bar Harbor at the entrance of Acadia National Park. Our campground was a full one and the sites were […]
Days 9 and 10 and 11-ish
To close out our sports Halls of Fame quadrumvirate, we showed Springfield, Mass a thing or two. Our very own Sundance won the Rick Perry free-throw shooting contest! Which doesn’t sound like a thing at all because who would name a basketball game after the former governor of Texas, but then they explained to me […]