Ruminations on the Run: Epilogue

This episode will bring our travelogue feature to a close for 2024. Sharing our adventures with a gentle, responsive hometown audience has been rewarding for us.

Much of our effort expended during winter sojourns is seeking places unappreciated by crowds, and unfrequented by the unappreciative.

Before we leave the Gulf of Mexico and turn inland to Vermont, let’s talk about why we REALLY come here, year after year.  The undeniable draw is the magnificent, uninterrupted, ever-changing, living, interactive display combining nature’s finest primal i … (read more)

Camping along the Forgotten Coast of Florida’s Panhandle over the past few years has provided us with many unexpected rewards. The nearly pristine rivers have proven to be a source of true delight.

“Oh! You’re going on vacation again!” We hear this frequently while preparing to depart…

Travel is all about movement, and in a universe full of things, each time you move away from one thing, you move closer to something else. We frequently review the wisdom of our pattern to leave the risky cold and dark of our winter home behind us.

Amongst our friends and relatives, Florida makes a troubling impression. Home to disputed elections, toxic politics, unaffordable home insurance, and filled with Spring Break partiers and other dangerous, non-native species, we are frequently asked why we … (read more)

The “wild” Suwannee River was a lucky surprise for us to discover and has continued to unfold its more obscure delights the longer we spend camped along her banks.

Florida is a complicated place. The state has recently reclaimed its crown of having the fastest growing population in America.

‏In our last few days on Jekyll Island, we returned to the Goodyear Cottage Gallery in the historic district. It offers jury-selected arts and crafts created by Island residents.

Today dawned for the third in a row with frost on the grass and vehicles. Overnight temperatures have been flirting with 30 degrees, but have shepherded welcome daytime clear skies and bright sun. This string of cool weather follows last Sunday’s boiling … (read more)

Our last stop along I-95 took us 120 miles to South Carolina where we camped along the shore of Lake Marion in the village of Santee Lakes. Enabled by FDR in the ’30s, it is one of the 50 largest lakes in the country.

Our first full week of traveling south took us to three different campsites along Route I-95. The first stop was in Millersville, MD, a somewhat rural suburb just east of Washington, D.C. 

As a contemporary American male negotiating his 70s, I find myself asking the same question of myself with repeated urgency, “Where is the meaning in the living of this life?