Traversing Tennessee
Coffee by the river on a crisp morning before the 240 mile drive to Cedars of Lebanon State Park, a 1,139 acre red cedar tree park. We proudly brew Starbucks Morning Joe. Lately our breakfast of choice has been green
Kings of the Wild Frontier
When we were part-timing in Hatfield, we were living instead of traveling and realized Betty would benefit from some modifications. The springs in the sofa and recliner made prolonged sitting uncomfortable. Sometimes we wanted to put our feet up but
Fleeing the Freeze
In our last post we were wrapping up Reboot Roadtrip and heading north from Summerville Lake WV back to the realities of Metro DC but wound up parking Betty in a suburban mobile home park in Hatfield, PA to work
Taking Care of Business
Bob and Ginger arrived Saturday night in their 2004 Winnebago Brave, dollying a Honda Fit with two kayaks on top and two bikes hitched to their back ladder. Bob was retired 30 year Marine whose second career was a Gauley
Mountaineer-ing at Battle Run
It was a 107 site sell-out at Battle Run Campground last night. Likely one of the last weekends for crews to party together before kids are back to school on Monday. Eric had the spy glasses out, coveting Chaparrals to
Summersville Lake
Sadly, we are nearing the end of our Reboot Roadtrip. What began as a 33 day journey both starting and ending in Bradenton, shifted when 33 days became 50 and the round trip became one way, trading central Florida springs
Welcome to Wonderland
With a decent round at Adventures on the Gorge’s Raven’s Ridge and a busted round at Chestnut Creek Campground with Seth, before we headed south for 4 nights at Summerville Lake we went north for supplies and 18 holes at
Nuttallburg in Four Bars
While George Vanderbilt was constructing his gilded Biltmore estate in Asheville, about 250 miles north of him British entrepreneur John Nuttall saw opportunity in the coal rich New River gorge and began buying land and building infrastructure just before the
Build It and They Will Come
We woke up to a steady downpour and raced home to Betty late in the afternoon in front of another punishing downpour. In between thunderstorms, we roamed north of the bridge looking for local fun and adventure. We began with
New River Dance
The primary purpose of heading north to West Virginia was to raft the Gauley River. Ever since we had taken a white water rafting trip to California, we lamented that West Virginia was in our backyard and we never got