That’s what a local called us as he strolled through the campground this morning. He said he always wanted to do something like this, but he’s not “brave” enough. I heard the same thing yesterday while on the phone with an accountant (turns out I have to re-file my mom’s taxes): by his description of […]
Author: Shelly
Former nomad, currently adjusting.
Traveling during a Coronavirus Spike
We routinely check the New York Times virus statistics for each spot we plan to move to (although the best indicator seems to be ICU beds). Still, per-capital cases give us an idea of how rampant the virus is in the county where we’re headed and how careful we need to be. I’ve read (like […]
Tracy and Shelly Go to a Boiled Peanuts Stand
Except, we haven’t gotten there yet! You guys know the classic stoner movie where Karl Penn and John Cho (Sulu!) get amazingly high and decide they want “something different” for their munchie food, which sets them on an epic journey to a White Castle restaurant. They end up going to jail, riding a cheetah, and […]
Waiting It Out at Coe Landing
After Tate’s Hell, we moved only an hour or so north to a Florida county campground near Tallahassee on the Ochlocknee River: the same water that feeds into Womack Creek. We’re kind of biding our time between past appointments in Texas and future ones in Tampa and Naples, exploring Florida’s panhandle in the process. This […]
Cool Things in Carrabelle
This is the tiny beach town on the edge of Tate’s Hell State Forest, and we played sight-seers on our final day there. World’s Smallest Police Station When Carrabelle was founded, the police force (two guys) had a telephone, but it wasn’t in their building, and it kept getting used by the public for non-official […]
Election Distraction
I was going to call this post “A Cold Day in Hell” because it has been cold here! (Plus that’s funny, thanks Tracy.) But with the election happening this week I thought that sounds too alarmist, and we have enough alarms going off in the news. So: What’s been going down in Tate’s Hell these […]
This Old World Keeps Spinning Round
That line’s from the Neil Young song, Comes a Time, that I’m trying to learn on the ukulele. The chorus goes: This old world keeps spinnin’ ’round. It’s a wonder, tall trees ain’t layin’ down. It’s Neil’s version of Turn, Turn, Turn, kind of. I can sing the chorus pretty well, but the first verse […]
Tate’s Hell
It’s is actually a large state forest, 200,000 acres—although much of what we’ve seen is pine plantations, which doesn’t feel very forest-like to me because the trees are in rows. Still, the sense of isolation is strong here because Tate’s Hell is in the middle of the Apalachicola National Forest, which puts us smack dab […]
The Best Design Yet for a Wooded Campground
Oh, but we’re here for only one night! I’ve written before about the 2-2-2 rule of thumb for camping: that you’re making your life much easier if you stay at a site for at least two nights (and arrive by 2 pm, plus travel no more than 200 miles a day). We’re breaking that rule […]
Banjo’s Day at the Beach
Yep, here on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi Banjo encountered the beach for the first time (as far as we know). First she ran around like a maniac. So did Tracy. Then she walked out in the water (actually, waded like a lady) but thought swimming might take more effort than it’s worth. Finally, she […]
