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Owego, NY – 2020 Edition

We wobbled and we wavered, but we finally decided to head ‘home’. As in, my original gangster home. The home where I grew up. The place I spent summers bridge jumping into creeks. The spot where I was sheltered from the larger, more diverse thinking and acting world. Owego, NY We’re talking Owego, and for a plethora of reasons, we’ve ended up spending at least a month here each summer for the past three summers. Needing to bring our niece Eden home to her father’s in Western NY after a few weeks of fun and stink, we decided to plop…

Bear, DE

Everything is sticky. WHY IS EVERYTHING STICKY? Not even two full weeks of two nine-year-olds rolling with us in Dyna, and our rolling home is covered in zinc based sunscreen and STICKY. There are errant cowtail wrappers decorating random spaces in and around the rig. Where is this crap coming from? How do two 4 foot tall gremlins create so much chaos? We are Aunt Liz and Uncle Jake by luck. But every time we host these terroristic, fun-sized humans, we are reassured that our choice to not be parents (yet? ever?) is a good one. I love our two…

Rehoboth Beach, DE

The Fourth of July – and other summer holidays – often feel like a little slice of hell for us. We’re those spoiled brats who enjoy camping areas all year round, especially enjoying the solitude and non-hectic aspects of them. We like to roll up without much advance reservation and claim whatever the best open site in the campground happens to be. On summer holidays, it feels like the rest of the U.S. joins us at camping areas – forcing us to preplan. It’s really fine and dandy and good for everyone in the U.S to flock to outdoor retreats…

Clarksburg, MD

Accident, MD During our multi-hour drive through the winding roads of West Virginia, and into the still winding roads of backcountry Maryland, we happened upon the tiny town of Accident, Maryland, where we accidentally stopped for an accidentally delicious pond side lunch provided by the tiny town bakery nestled in town. Fueled by melty, fresh-baked bread sandwiches, we rolled into our campsite at Little Bennett County Park late on a Tuesday afternoon. Little Bennet CampgroundLittle Bennet Campground Little Bennett Campground is a gem of a place – chock full of hiking trails and spacious campsites. If we weren’t in the…

Parsons, WV

Lion’s Head Knob, Dolly Sods Wilderness, WV Almost heaven is right. Confederate rags pocking up the place If heaven was heavily laden with racism flags. And no, I don’t wanna hear about your ‘heritage’. If you’re flying a Confederate flag, I know what your heritage is. But other than the Confederate rags and Trump flags, West Virginia is a panty droppingly beautiful place. I never dropped panties. That isn’t my style. But I did get down to the bare minimum to swim in a West Virginia waterfall post trail run one Saturday. The waterfall may have been gushing poison mine…

Fries, VA

It’s pronounced ‘freeze’. Might as well get that bit of disappointment out of the way early. Fries, VA Fries, VA functioned as our soft place to land when the world felt as if it was locking door after door on us. The closures that prohibited us from moving about the U.S. did eventually taper off in late April, and then began to reverse themselves in mid-May. We initially booked a month in Fries, but in late April, extended out through the end of May. The looking glass into the future of campground availability was too foggy for us to trust…

Hitting the Brakes: Life with Dyna in the Time of COVID-19

Our apocalypse mobile… it’s not overly pandemic proof. I expect it is not a completely uncommon topic of conversation amongst the nomadic RV set, or those who befriend them: “Sure, access to reliable healthcare is a doozy, but if there is ever a zombie apocalypse – this RV is going to be clutch for riding it out!” Jake and I have held variations of this conversation amongst ourselves – with the added commentary of “you better come pick me up if there is a zombie apocalypse!” from friends when it’s discussed in a public setting. We were clearly not taking…

Kicked Around Florida: Vero Beach & Melbourne

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. No fun at Sunshine Travel RV Resort. #thankscorona 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…

Jupiter, FL

We settled into our campsite at Jonathan Dickinson State Park (apparently Florida really enjoys naming state parks after bros names ‘Jonathan’) with hopes of running a 6-hour ultramarathon in preparation for a 100-mile ultramarathon that was on my calendar for later in April. Jonathan Dickinson State Park A few days into our stay at Jonathan Dickinson, the 6-hour had been cancelled. And then the 100-miler had been cancelled. And then our campsite at the state park had been cancelled. C&O 100 Miler is cancelled. Coronavirus may have made its debut on the shores of the U.S.A in January, but in…

Key Largo, FL

I was pretty stoked about Key Largo, and our impending arrival and five day stay in Key Largo. Mostly because of the Beach Boys and the Kokomo song, which was a top 5 hit in the life and times of Liz aged 4 years to 10 years. Key Largo side road ocean dead end The Beach Boys really set me up for disappointment. Or maybe Curry Hammock did that. Key Largo is still ‘the Keys’, but it’s right at the top of the shaft. And it’s thicker and provides less accessibility to the ocean than our previous locale in Marathon.…