College Station, TX

Our barbecue trail to San Antonio lead us to College Station, TX. Kinda. Jake initially decided we should go straight to ‘the source’ of the best barbecue in Texas (as per Texas Monthly magazine), which is located in Lexington, TX. But at the last minute he routed us towards College Station instead. Apparently he was not pleased with the feral/loose dog situation that I reported to him while on a run in Longview. And College Station is a city of sorts, which increases the chances that dogs will be behind fences or on leashes. So, we ended up in College…

Longview, TX

Texas. Barbecue. Texas. Barbecue. Texas. Barbecue… Yeah. Keep it going. For us, Texas is barbecue. We’re native New Yorkers. Until 2 years ago (holy shit! TWO years ago!) we didn’t know what we didn’t know. And what we didn’t know was barbecue. Texas barbecue. Our friend Jeffy wants to check out San Antonio during the Christmas season (we heard the lights on the Riverwalk are awesome), so we’re slowly headed there. But, on our way, there is plenty of barbecue that needs to be eaten. And Jake has taken it upon himself to map our course from the North Eastern…

Hot Springs, AR

After battling ants for the past few days, our only requirement of our next stop’s accommodations was that they be ant free. Or at least free of RV invading ants. I like ants when they are not in my RV (or biting me). They build super cool ant houses and go places in long lines and carry things that are 3x their tiny ant size. That’s pretty neat. But I don’t want them in our RV, stealing my candy with their ant strength. So, ‘ant free’ was pretty much our only requirement for staying at Gulpha Gorge Campground in Hot…

Little Rock, AR

Did you know that Bill Clinton spent 16 years living in Little Rock, AR? If you don’t know this fun fact you A.) have not been to Little Rock or B.) have been to Little Rock but were tricked into believing that he was born, raised and still living there. Little Rock, AR loves Bill Clinton. They’ve named the main street in the city after him (President Clinton Avenue). And also a downtown park (President Clinton Presidential Park – say that several times fast). And a bridge near that park (Clinton Presidential Park Bridge). And also the airport (Bill &…

Memphis, TN

I would argue that no, all roads do not lead to Memphis. But, I get the sentiment. And I’ve already spent my allotment of arguing energy for the day discussing politics via telephone with my dad this morning (hi dad, love you!). And also, apparently this time the road did lead to Memphis. For us at least. And we are thankful it did. Because Memphis is mad cool. Against the warnings of some fellow nomads, we decided to risk the sanctity of our nostrils and park Dyna at T.O. Fuller State Park. Apparently this place smells like shit much of…

Nashville, TN – 3rd Edition

A brief excerpt on driving Dyna, based on our drive from Cincinnati to Nashville. When driving Dyna, I can’t ever ‘get in the zone’ like in a car. There are no Lady Gaga top of my lungs sing alongs with choreographed shoulder dancing moves while driving Dyna. The constant need to be checking blind spots, which happen to be extra large when Dyna is involved really wet blanket my Gaga dance parties. And then there is the constant barrage of ‘what was that noise?’ – “Oh, typical Dyna creak – pretty sure” – “Or it could be a punctured tire…”…

Cincinnati, OH

Ok, so we didn’t really ‘do’ Cincinnati. Which is sad, because I heard they have nice chili on top of spaghetti and stuff there. We chose to reset (aka, get life shit done) and be a little lazy over chili on top of spaghetti. Sometimes life hands you chili on top of spaghetti and you throw the chili on top of spaghetti back at life and then hide under a blanket on your couch. We knew we wanted to be in Nashville the first week of October to attend a wedding. Since our departure date from Rochester kept getting pushed…

Rochester, NY

Two sisters. A niece. Wegmans. Bagels. Genny Brewhouse. Good buddies. Polar Seltzer water. Garbage Plates. Jamaican Me Crazy coffee. Familiar running trails. Bill Gray’s. Hart’s breakfast sandwiches. There is so much to love about Rochester, NY.¬†We love Rochester, NY. And also there is boring stuff like dentists, and veterinarians, and doctors, and dad’s doctors. But even the boring stuff is better in Rochester. I’ve mentioned it before, and here I go again (on my own – Whitesnake rendition): medical/upkeep needs are one of the shitty parts of nomadic life. I’m not fond of my Rochester doctor/dentist prodding around my body.…

Owego, NY

We boarded a ferry off of St. Thomas, flew to NYC, hopped on the city bus, ran under ground and boarded the subway, sprinted (literally) through the NYC bus terminal to catch our ($1!!) MegaBus, slept our way back to Binghamton, hopped into the car with my brother, and ended back up in my (Liz) hometown area. While we were in the B.V.I.s, Dyna was in the engine shop. And when we returned from the B.V.I.s, she still needed to spend some time in the shop – and then would need to move to a different shop. So we took…

Sailing, BVI

What do you do when your life partner asks/insists you go on a trip that is completely dependent upon being surround by one of your biggest fears? Attempt to convince him how great this trip could be without you? Yeah, me too. Clearly my persuasion skills are lacking. Because guess what? I ended up on a sailboat in the ocean of the British Virgin Islands. In my defense, those who know Jake should completely understand how I ‘lost’ in my attempts to forgo this trip. And also, I love Jake. He’s the calm to my anxious. And I would go…