Forward, Marsh

It had been years since I had been to the marsh, and never in winter.

Big Mac Attack

I’ve always wanted to cross the Mackinac Bridge, adding to the list of bridges I’ve already traveled over, such as the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, Golden Gate, O’Callaghan-Tillman, St. George Island and many more. So, recently we made the drive to do just that.

Picture This

We took a drive up to Lake Superior recently, to catch the fall colors against the backdrop of Pictured Rocks in Munising, Michigan.

A Good Ribbing

As we waited in line, I heard the girls scream as they went over the edge. The hair on my neck stood up and a bit of nervousness gripped me.

Hot on the Trail

If you have followed my blog now for a while, you know that I am always on the lookout for new-to-me, interesting things to try. While on a recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I saw several UTVs – or Utility Vehicles – riding around on the trails when we were there. I announced to my husband “I want to try that!”

The Hill is Calling and I Must Go.

In 1873, according to Basin & Range Magazine, John Muir wrote to his sister Sarah “The mountains are calling and I must go.” When I read that phrase, I could relate. I was filled with longing and yearned to go climb a mountain.

Cor-Nerd

Do you ever dream of adventure, or yearn to travel to distant lands? Have you ever imagined traveling to the four corners of the earth? In the novels I’ve read, the thoughts of these journeys have brought forth visions of mysteries and wonders…

A Wee Cough

I had a marvelous week off, vacationing in St. Louis, Atlanta and finishing my trip in Gulf Breeze FL. I came down with a bit of some bug my last two days, but it didn’t dampen my drive to experience the sun and sand.

Somewhere… But Not Here

For the fifth year in a row, my family and I have vacationed separately. This week, just like the years prior, my husband, youngest brother, youngest son and 3 nephews have all gone together on some crazy man-trip doing manly things.

Off Track

I’m not quite sure when my love of trains began. Perhaps it started when I was small, and my father used to take us to see the circus trains as they rolled through the countryside on their way to Milwaukee.