A place to work

Now almost nine months out, much of it literally on the road, I don't pine for Second Chance Ranch...

Captive

We never thought we'd be slaves to a couple of heat pumps on a motorhome, but here we are...

It's our first snow (technically) since Ernie rolled away from Second Chance Ranch in March...

For the last couple of days we've been handling business close to Ernie...

We cavorted like a couple of kids playing hooky in the woods. It was a great day...

Deb and I have traveled. We've gathered with others. We've lived our lives...

Life here at the campsite is, in a word, wonderful. Even with errands and chores it's restful, almost perfect...

By nature, I'm a word guy who finds numbers fascinating. I don't know if it's interest or curiosity or some kind of latent neurosis, but...

Checking the calendar, I see that we're nearing the end of our seventh week on the road. Neither Deb nor I has ever been away from home this long...