Terri and I are avid campers and have been since our university days. We’ve camped from coast to coast and border to border. Before we got our tiny popup last summer, we were tent campers.
“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
Do you recognize this two thousand year-old Mayan temple from Mexico’s northern Yucatan? We wouldn’t think so, because it isn’t Mayan, and certainly isn’t in Mexico.
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 in Coastal Georgia, and if there’s anything that whets a 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 to a week-long backpacking trip, food cooked over a fire just tastes better.