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We don’t pass through NY without at least a zip-trip to Rochester. It’s our ‘special place’. And it has garbage plates. At this point, I have written so many times about visiting Rochester, that I don’t feel it prudent to write about visiting Rochester another time. With COVID closing or limiting many activities, and taking the non-donut breakfast foods away from the delight that is BoxCar Donuts, there isn’t much new to report. We cautiously visited a few friends – walking outside, hiking, running, or grabbing a beer on a patio in 50º weather. Lucky for me, Jake upgraded my…

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We came. We hung out for awhile. We got married. Hey IRS! We’re legit now! If you’re not interested in marriage, or photos of marriage, or specifically photos of Jake & I getting married – go ahead and skip this post now. Because that’s what you’re about to get if you keep reading. From this moment on, you are doing this to yourself. You are subjecting yourself to photographic documentation of a really great day in our lives. As mentioned briefly in a previous post – the planning sucked. I’ve learned that I’m really not into planning a wedding. But…

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On August 1st, 2018, Jake, Lucy and I packed up some clothes and sundries, battened down the hatches, and ditched Dyna in the yard of our friend Jeffy’s parents’ home in Brockport, NY. We popped a few laundry baskets of random crap into the Jeep and moved into a short term lease apartment at the Sibley Center in downtown Rochester. For 72 days we basked in the glory of unlimited hot, high-pressured showers, a dish washer, unlimited unwrinkled laundry powers, and the ability to regulate the temperature of a room consistently. We didn’t have to ‘flush twice’ (empty our poop…

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Disclaimer: This blog was written at a significant delay (November 2018). As in, the delay was so significant, that I don’t feel that I can accurately represent our time at this location in story form. So, I am just going to post photos I captured here and then ramble about some of my clear memories of the place via some bullet points. How did I get so far behind? Well, there was a summer visit from a nephew, and also a giant party in Rochester that needed to be planned for. But, also, if it comes down to blog writing…

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Two sisters. A niece. Wegmans. Bagels. Genny Brewhouse. Good buddies. Polar Seltzer water. Garbage Plates. Jamaican Me Crazy coffee. Familiar running trails. Bill Gray’s. Hart’s breakfast sandwiches. There is so much to love about Rochester, NY. We love Rochester, NY. And also there is boring stuff like dentists, and veterinarians, and doctors, and dad’s doctors. But even the boring stuff is better in Rochester. I’ve mentioned it before, and here I go again (on my own – Whitesnake rendition): medical/upkeep needs are one of the shitty parts of nomadic life. I’m not fond of my Rochester doctor/dentist prodding around my body.…

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Fayetteville, WV was an adventure. A full half of that adventure was driving Dyna up and down and around the narrow, sketchy roads leading to the campground we booked just outside of town. Upon arrival at the campground, we were greeted with a closed-for-the-season ropes course and an empty row of RV campsites up a few switchbacks to an overlook. The six evenings of quiet this campsite provided us eventually allowed my nervous system to return blood flow to my white knuckles. Our campsite at ACE Adventure Resort provided us access to an open Starlink cell, miles of dirt roads…

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Red Bridge Campground in Kane, PA provided us the perfect decompression environment after a busy, mostly bucket-filling two-and-a-half-weeks in Rochester, NY. No, you didn’t miss a blog. I have written numerous blogs about our stop-overs in Rochester, NY in the past, and am choosing not to write another this go-round. We did thoroughly enjoy our time there. We camped out in Webster Park. Attended a much-loved friend’s wedding. We loved on and were loved by friends and family. I ran 50 miles around Canandaigua Lake (my favorite ultra). We took Lucy to the vet, where she reminded us how naughty…

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We landed in St. Johnsville, NY for a night after spending the morning clenching our buttcheeks with worry as a team of refrigerator installers worked to implant Dyna with a new cooling unit. We’re not good at trusting other people to work on Dyna. We’ve had experiences. Ok, mostly Jake is not good at allowing it. But I question allowing it too, so it’s pretty consensus. Other than a water leak gushing out Dyna’s side (poorly installed fitting) and lack of proper alignment of the fridge itself – both of which were corrected before we pulled out of the shop…

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Another location, another surprise beachside boardwalk area – this time, with a bonus amusement park. We splurged on a campsite at Hid’n Pines Family Campground, one of a slew of family-type resort campgrounds owned by the same company that dot the Old Orchard Beach area. The spot provided us the ability to pop into Portland for an evening where we met up with our friend Holly for dinner and a saunter about town. Hid’n Pines also provided us a safe place to leave Dyna and Lucy for a weekend so we could drive the Jeep back to NY to crew…

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After being non-physically forcefully ejected from Jonathan Dickinson State Park due to Coronavirus induced closures of all Florida State Parks, we ended up at a private RV park in Vero Beach, Florida. We were able to snag a spot at the RV park due to the plight of Canadian snowbirds, most of whom had to end their trysts in warmer weather in order to get back across the Canadian border for fear of further border restrictions. When we called, we were quoted a $60/night price point, and guaranteed a campsite for the weekend at least. When we arrived at Sunshine…