Posts Tagged: sunsets

The quiet life in Old Homosassa

Life Off The Red Road

I have been pondering why life off the road seems to consume so much time previously used for such worthwhile pursuits as blogging regularly about our travels and keeping up with my reading and conversations with blogger friends around the

The quiet life in Old Homosassa

Life Off The Red Road

I have been pondering why life off the road seems to consume so much time previously used for such worthwhile pursuits as blogging regularly about our travels and keeping up with my reading and conversations with blogger friends around the

loon

Parry Sound, a Comedy of Errors

Leaving Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario with a restocked supply of vodka, we headed for Parry Sound. We would need that vodka.  Our drive took us along the North Channel of Lake Huron then South along the Georgian Bay on highway

loon

Parry Sound, a Comedy of Errors

Leaving Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario with a restocked supply of vodka, we headed for Parry Sound. We would need that vodka.  Our drive took us along the North Channel of Lake Huron then South along the Georgian Bay on highway

Gulf near Destin

The Redneck Riviera

I was trying to remember the book I read that originally introduced me to the term the “Redneck Riviera” to describe the beach areas of Florida’s panhandle. It was a long time ago. I remember it was a detective series

Gulf near Destin

The Redneck Riviera

I was trying to remember the book I read that originally introduced me to the term the “Redneck Riviera” to describe the beach areas of Florida’s panhandle. It was a long time ago. I remember it was a detective series

Dale Hollow at Dawn

“Born on a Mountaintop in Tennessee…”

Sorry, I can’t think about Tennessee without recalling Davy Crockett and coonskin caps. A youth wasted watching too much Disney, I guess. Or, perhaps it’s the result of a week in Lillydale Campground on Dale Hollow Reservoir. We are thirty

Dale Hollow at Dawn

“Born on a Mountaintop in Tennessee…”

Sorry, I can’t think about Tennessee without recalling Davy Crockett and coonskin caps. A youth wasted watching too much Disney, I guess. Or, perhaps it’s the result of a week in Lillydale Campground on Dale Hollow Reservoir. We are thirty