Yesterday I drove the motorhome the about 50 miles from Dillsburg to Lebanon, Pennsylvania. We are parked at Thousand Trails Hershey RV Resort only a few miles from the famous chocolate-making factory which we toured in 2010. To view that Blog entry,,,click this link…
As always you may left click upon an image to see an enlarged view and then click once again to see an even larger view…
Here’s the usual dinette window photo…
I’ve been here three times before…whenever I’m heading for New England…like I am again this year. A couple of days ago I read in an Internet article that there will be 58 million RV’s on the road this weekend and I have no desire to be out there among all the nuts. So, we’re hiding out here through the weekend and expect to move along on Tuesday morning.
Normally we do not have anything on our schedule calendar. However, Mary has a grandson graduating High School in Las Vegas, Nevada on June 6th…so she booked a June 5th flight out of Newark, New Jersey. She wanted a non-stop flight so had to fly out of a major airport. Then back to her home in California for a July 4th family reunion. She is currently scheduled to fly back to rejoin me on July 16th at Hartford, Connecticut.
Once she departs Newark, I’ll continue on with the motorhome to my son’s home in southeastern Connecticut where my oldest grand-daughter graduates High School on June 20th. I’ll visit my son, daughter-in-law and grand kids until Mary returns. We’ll then visit some of my cousins and long-time friends until we depart for the State of Washington on or about August 8th.
The weather has been really crazy…some more!. Two days ago we were sweltering in the heat and humidity. Yesterday it was cold rainy and windy. We hid out inside the motorhome where Mary had the heater running to stay warm. We’ve had a lot of trouble finding nice sunny 69 degree days in 2013. Ever since we started the year deep in south Texas it seems as though it’s been either too hot or too cold. 88 one day…55 the next day kind of thing.
Enjoying Thousand Trails RV Resorts is another joy of the full-timing lifestyle!
The red dot on the below map shows our approximate location in the State of Pennsylvania. You may double left-click the map to make it larger…
Enjoying 65-75 degree temperatures most of the year is a primary joy in the RVing lifestyle!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”…Albert Einstein
On October 27, 2012, I created a two-minute video titled America The Beautiful. The music America The Beautiful is by Christopher W. French. The photos, which I randomly selected, are from the states of Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Montana, New Mexico, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Washington and West Virginia (not shown in that order)…are mine. Yup, That’s me standing in front of the Post Office in Luckenbach, Texas…Y’all!
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July 11, 2012
Normally, I blog every day. However, I flew home for a family reunion that I host every year. After a great deal of preparation to entertain, feed and coordinate a three-day event that peaked at 58 people on Saturday July 7th, I can truthfully say I meant to blog . Instead, I enjoyed the whole chaotic experience; the bedlam, cooking, eating, visiting, drinking, snacking, games. The skinned knees, overtired kids, frisbees knocking over your beer, getting squirted by the errant squirt gun. We laughed at the child who fell asleep while eating and the treasures placed on the totem. There were swim suits and towels drying on every railing and chair; errant socks and shirts in every room and on the ground. Whose shoes are these? Tiptoeing around rooms full of sleeping people on the floor, in the closet and on makeshift beds; Listening to the clanging of horseshoes; the late night laughter during card games; watching the breakneck dancing by lantern light; thinking I might get some sleep tonight. Blogging was out of the question. In fact, I couldn’t even concentrate on taking pictures, I handed the camera off and asked others to do it for me. Here are a few photos they took:
Prep time comes first.
Then a bit of kickback time.
That first night, the guys played horseshoes until they couldn’t see them anymore.
The kids danced by lantern light and raced around playing hide-and-go-seek until the first tumble in the dark brought the game to an end. (No serious injuries.)
The next day, some serious work on the totem commenced.
The small fry squared off for the squirt gun wars.
There is never a winner or loser. Everyone just stays wet and cool in the heat.
An impromptu opera in the kitchen.
A card game before heading for the flume.
The flume water was the lowest I’ve seen it in 35 years. So low some of the kids needed help getting in instead of out of the flume.
But, everyone got to ride and get cool even if they did scrape the bottom in places.
First timers need a little coaxing.
Someone was expecting to get “tossed” but the water was too low.
Tandem helps keep your butt off the bottom in low spots.
There is nothing quite like tubing the flume for all ages.
All that fluming takes energy and a few snacks afterward are standard.
After the flume, everyone got seriously into decorating the totem.
The ladder reaches to the very top.
Some people like to decorate and let someone else attach their treasures.
And some like to be up on the ladder as much as possible.
A budding artist turned a piece of wire wrapped in yarn into a rattlesnake.
By the end of the day, there was little room on the totem.
No one took a picture of the cooks nor the over laden table. Everyone brought a dish to share and we shared a sumptuous feast. But, part of the clean-up crew enjoyed a bit of laughter as they washed up a mountain of dishes.
The rest of the day was the same. Kids just all out running, jumping and having a good time. The rest of us wishing we had half their energy, enjoying the food, and watching the action.
And, after the s’mores, a few sparklers lit up the night.
I think I had a bed that night and slept until the coffee crowd came in for their cuppa wake me up in the morning.
June 19, 2012
We meet a lot of veterans on the road as we travel like this Air Force Veteran. He and a Navy buddy ride together and are proud to have ridden all the way to the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C. I visited the Memorial; I don’t remember what year it was. We, like many others, traced the name of a friend. It was an emotional experience. Especially the notes, and flowers, and meaningful (to them) trinkets that people lay next to the wall where their loved ones names are etched in stone forever.
We’ve seen several of these Veteran Biker Groups on various missions. Just seeing them reminds us of All Gave Some, Some Gave All.
Wherever I see a vet just minding his own business, I feel shy about walking up to him and thanking them, but we do smile in a friendly way and say hello. If they have cameras we offer to take their pictures for them. It is one thing I can do, as small as that may be. This duo let me take their picture for my blog, and we took their pictures in front of the ruins we were all admiring, with their cameras.
Both of these guys made the trip All The Way in 2011 and in 2012. The theme is We Ride For Those Who Can’t. I didn’t ask their names, but I’m going to make a point of doing so the next time we meet a veteran biker and post their pictures on the blog.
I fly to Vegas this afternoon for a visit with my son and daughter and their families for two days. Then, home to Murphys for my family reunion. Besides everyday business to catch up on, each time I return home, I make it a point to finish one major project I started. I’ll be in touch via this blog and give you a look into what goes on in my very active community.
We’re parked in the City of Farmington, in a huge parking lot behind the shuttle service that will deliver me to Alburquerque Airport later this morning. Then Jim will head for high ground, cooler temperatures, hopefully, and more rest for his injury which still plagues him.
May 16, 2010
With one day to spend, it was my plan to concentrate on a family get-together with Glen and Karen Littlefield.
As it turned out, Front Royal was celebrating crafts and wine and I was celebrating seeing my “adopted” daughter, Karen, after a separation of six years. Glen, their daughter, Sherry Lynn, and granddaughter, pretty Penny, arrived in the new touring car, a Mini Cooper.
Grandpa patiently removed and adjusted the car seat for Penny, who adores her grandfather.
Downtown was mobbed; the locals were having a good time. The food booths enticed us with crab cakes and chicken on a stick, but no one was hungry just then.
I loved these shirts but knew I’d never wear one.
The Get The Hell Up coffee gets to the point and made us chuckle.
There were games of chance and drawings and a couple of good bands playing music.
The sun was bright but two year old Penny was a trouper all day.
We repaired back to the Moose Club for a long lunch and played catch up with each others lives. The quilts we haven’t finished. The braided rugs we both made. A dream coming true for them, working toward building a new log house on their lot. The joy of grandchildren. Looking forward to retirement and travel. And, all to soon, we had to say goodbye with regrets that we see the people we love not often enough. We took pictures. Karen and I, with me squinting against the bright afternoon sun.
Sherry and her mom. Sherry’s sister, Kelly, was unable to make the trip with her two year old son, Adam. Having two so close in age is like babysitting twins, Karen quipped.
Jim took a group shot and then everyone piled into the Mini Cooper and returned to Bristow. For me, visiting with family eclipses everything.