OK. Go on. Get it out of the way. Let the giggles and tee-hees commence. State park names don’t come much funnier than this, and if there’s a better example of a double entendre out there I can’t imagine it.
Stately magnolias with their glossy, dark green leaves provide the lush backdrop for our Spring Fling across the South.
Our trip to Mexico fed the travel bug, and as always, it’s nice to be back home. But Spring has finally arrived to Coastal Georgia, and if there’s anything that whets that travel bug’s appetite it’s sunny, warm days, and cool nights.
I’ve never met any serious camper who didn’t comment on how much better food tastes when it’s cooked outdoors. From a weekend family outing
For the past month, we’ve been living exclusively outdoors and sleeping on a magic carpet.
A rainy, misty morning signals New Yorkers in Ithaca that autumn is just around the corner. So Buttermilk Falls State Park is alive with hikers and campers, all intent on squeezing in another day of outdoor fun.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” — Henry David Thoreau