I spent my first full year full‑timing in a 23‑foot RV, traveling across America from coast to coast. This film tells the story of that year — the landscapes, the people, the challenges, and the moments that changed me.
New Year’s Eve found me downtown for the annual chili pepper drop, Benson’s quirky answer to Times Square. The pepper shifts colors all night long, and the big question is always the same: Will it land red or green? This year, it dropped green—a fitting farewell to New Mexico and a bright welcome to 2026.
Texas is a long, big state, no matter which way you slice it, but this year I crossed it differently — trading I‑10 for I‑20. The miles didn’t shrink, but the views shifted, and sometimes that’s enough to make the familiar feel new again. My timing was different, too. I arrived right in the middle
I began my second year of living life on the road exactly where the whole adventure started: Spring Hill, Tennessee. It felt fitting to return to the place where I first pulled away from a stationary life and stepped into this rolling one. While I was there, I visited the Columbia Peace and Justice Initiative’s
The late‑night ride from the ferry to somewhere — anywhere — far enough inland to feel safe from the coast was supposed to be simple. It was dark, raining, and I was tired, but the GPS promised a loop road that would swing me around and drop me back onto the route I’d missed. Well.A)
When I was in second grade, a new boy joined our class. He was quiet, shy, very smart, and the first left‑handed person I remember meeting. His family had just moved into a tall, imposing two‑story colonial on a little street off mine — a house I’d watched rise from the ground all summer. His
As I pulled out of Pittsburgh, I found myself drifting toward a place that’s woven into years of my family’s travel history: the New River Gorge in West Virginia. Back when we lived in Pittsburgh, the quickest route to Tennessee ran straight down US‑19, which meant crossing the New River Gorge Bridge more times than
My next stop was an old hometown in the Pittsburgh suburbs, Pennsylvania. I lived in Beaver County from 2000 to 2005, and one of my sons still resides there with his wife, three children, and a grandchild of his own. I did not get to see much of Hoggin (my son) because of his work
Leaving Owen Sound, I embarked on a journey toward Kitchener, Ontario. Although I had frequently traveled from Owen Sound to Guelph, this was my first time passing through Kitchener. Road construction led me on a more scenic route, which turned out to be a delightful detour. I found myself deep in Ontario’s dairy country, surrounded
I want to start by telling regular readers that this entry will be a little different. Usually, I try to provide my observations and advice on what to see in the locations I visit. However, Owen Sound, Ontario, holds a special place in my heart. It’s the place where I met and fell in love
