Posts Tagged‘RV Park’

Louisville, KY

Our second stay in Louisville – this time with a lot less Derby and a lot more tornado warnings – was swell. After an uneventful first drag of the new house, we squished ourselves into one of the many tight campsites at Louisville North Campground. Louisville North Campground is in a great location for our desires; the proximity to several paths that can be used for running, accessibility to downtown Louisville, and its position in relation to a Torchy’s Tacos was clutch. It also abuts an active train track and is within eyesight of a highway, so our stay wasn’t…

Cincinnati, OH – So Long, Dyna

We have been manifesting a transition for half a year now. And by ‘manifesting’ I mean that I have been manifesting it just like you see the influencers on social media do while Jake has been working through the processes and details and phone calls to make it happen. I’m pretty sure that’s how manifesting works. We bought I manifested a new house! It still has wheels, but two fewer than our old girl. It still has slide-outs; one extra. It’s not got an engine, meaning we’re now a single-engine family. Still diesel though – wouldn’t want to decrease our…

Fayetteville, WV

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…

Newport, OH

Two weeks of social interactions left us feeling full. Full of love and full of the desire to go hide somewhere near a river in an RV with our cat. We found ourselves at Harris RV Park, which is cheek by jowl to the Ohio River. The Ohio River plays the parental role for Ohio and West Virginia – separating the two states so that there is no risk of “he’s touching me! His arm is on my side!” We slept in Ohio, which is questionable. Look at statistics. Statistically, Ohio isn’t real. (If we must have conspiracy theories, this…

Greensburg, PA

Greensburg: current home to several friends. Past home of a few more. Reason enough for a visit for us! There were not many options for RV overnighting in the Greensburg area from late October into early November. We found ourselves hunkered down at a KOA 20 minutes outside of the bumbling city of Greensburg. A KOA with an amazing (and still inflated!) jumping pillow, but scant running opportunities if you didn’t want to possibly die by car or truck speeding down a narrow road. The perks of a good KOA We found ourselves driving out to meet the various rail…

Stowe, VT

We rolled into Stowe Vermont sore and thirsty. Sore from the lactic acid that just did not want to recede after an epic hike in the White Mountains in Franconia, NH. Thirsty at the thought of Alchemist Brewing being just a few miles down the road from our overnighting spot at Gold Brook Campground. Lucy approved campgroundLucy approved campgroundLucy approved campground Scott & Ellie continued their visit with us, working from the picnic table outside during the week. We found Stowe to be pleasant. I was surprised at the ratio of those in the Boomer age group to any other…

Franconia, NH

I’m in love with Franconia, NH. It is one of the most beautiful, uncrowded places I have experienced. The running in the area is superb. The views are outstanding. It’s quiet. After two days in the area, I came back from a run and announced to Jake: “I’m ready to live here now.” So, we started house shopping. And then we realized that Franconia is 7.5 hours from ‘our people’ and 7 hours from a Wegmans. And… we’re just not quite ready yet. We might be getting ready for roots. But not yet. Maybe soon. Maybe part-time roots. And maybe…

Southwest Harbor, ME

A weekend of solitude over on the Schoodic Peninsula side of Acadia National Park suited Jake and me excellently. Dexter, however, has different requirements for the sustainment of his happiness. And by different requirements, I mean he requires a pool. ‘Pool’ is nestled between ‘shelter’ and ‘food’ on the bottom rung of his personal Maslow’s Hierarchy. Honestly, it probably replaces ‘clothing’, but we insist he keep that need on his pyramid. (That’s being an adult, right?) Smugglers Den RV Park pool So, we shuffled over to Mount Desert Island, ME, home of the brunt of Acadia National Park – and…

Camden, ME

We came to Camden in search of a campground with a pool. Basic requirement of 10-year old life Apparently, pools are a basic need to sustain the life of a 10-year old in the summer months. Food, pool… occasionally water. Shelter is negotiable. We found a pool at Camden Hills Campground. We also found a lovely little gang of campground kids, who provided a great source of friendly fun for Dexter. So much so, that we decided to extend our stay – and do so in the worst campsite in the park – so that he could hang out with…

Boothbay, ME

A brewery with an RV park onsite. Genius. Boothbay Brewery & RV Park We made idiots of ourselves rolling into Boothbay Brewery & RV Park, having ignored the welcome email detailing that you should utilize the traffic circle to turn around and access the brewery’s road rather than making a 25-degree turn onto the road. We made the 25-degree turn, with an audience. Miraculously, we were successful and were soon snuggled into a site abutting the brewery’s outdoor beer garden area. Dyna, from the beer garden. After finishing up a Thursday afternoon of work-related tasks, we convinced Dexter yet again…