Spontaneous

Over the past several weeks, our legions of fans have said to me, “Where’s the blog? Did you get lost in Maine?” Okay, it was actually three—three readers who have mentioned it. So it’s mid-December and at the rate I’m posting here, I’ll finish blogging about our summer trip sometime in 2023. So I won’t … More Spontaneous

Not gonna lie. Boston was a bit of a disaster.

Four months before Monica’s first Boston Marathon, we arrived on a reconnaissance mission to check out Bean Town. Surely we’d find Boston as agreeable as other old and fabled favorites. But when you’re on the road for two months, it can’t all be sunshine and roses. I could encapsulate our stay in one brief scene … More Not gonna lie. Boston was a bit of a disaster.

Hitting our stride: The battlefields of Virginia to the streets of New York

You might recall back in May some evil Russian hackers shut down the supply of gasoline to the southeastern portion of the United States. Suddenly gas was gone overnight like toilet paper. (Who knew that the flow was controlled by one spigot with an open wifi signal?) A lot of people wanted to know how … More Hitting our stride: The battlefields of Virginia to the streets of New York

Apparently, this blog doesn’t write itself. Fear not, we’re alive.

If you follow this blog, it would be easy to think that we disappeared somewhere after our visit to Oxford, Mississippi. We sort of did vanish. Our next destination took us out of cell reception and sent some members of our family into a frenzied search for our whereabouts. Now, another six weeks have passed … More Apparently, this blog doesn’t write itself. Fear not, we’re alive.

Seaside to Selma to Oxford: Contrasts in the Deep South

I’m writing this more than two weeks into our summer journey and we’ve already seen too much to recount. We’re currently staying at what I’m certain will be the most expensive “campsite” of our trip. Some campsites boast private decks, stone fireplaces and clubhouses with all the comforts of a fine hotel. Alas, this patch … More Seaside to Selma to Oxford: Contrasts in the Deep South

Vaxxed and ready to roll. But where are we going?

The other day I was doing a little family research and found an interesting piece of lore that reveals a family habit of extreme road-tripping. I already knew that my grandfather took an around-the-world trip after finishing junior college in the mid-1920’s. He traveled on steamships from California to Japan, through “the Orient”, to India, … More Vaxxed and ready to roll. But where are we going?

Weather or not to race

As Monica’s body reached peak marathon racing condition, the actual races were getting cancelled in cascades. For the past six months, Monica has been training in hopes of taking a chunk of minutes off her personal best of 3:34:44. She’s 10 lbs. lighter and she’s got me massaging muscles she never had before (my toil … More Weather or not to race

Down the final stretch of marathon training, we find that the most beautiful State Park in Florida is…

When I was 15 years old, my dad, my stepmother, and I moved from Orange County, California, to Florida. My siblings were already out of the house and living on their own. One might think that trading California for Florida wouldn’t be much of a change. I grew up in a land of palm trees, … More Down the final stretch of marathon training, we find that the most beautiful State Park in Florida is…