Seward’s Folly!That was the name some gave the giant swath of northern territory that Secretary of State William H. Seward negotiated to acquire from Russia in 1867.
At the time many people thought he was crazy, and that the 7.2 million dollar price tag was way too high, but the town of Seward seems perfectly proud to bear ole Bill’s name.
Oh, and puffins… CONTINUE READING >>
Seward’s Folly!
That was the name some gave the giant swath of northern territory that Secretary of State William H. Seward negotiated to acquire from Russia in 1867.
At the time many people thought he was crazy, and that the 7.2 million dollar price tag was way too high, but the town of Seward seems perfectly proud to bear ole Bill’s name.
Oh, and puffins… CONTINUE READING >>
Your GypsyNesters hit the Lowcountry!
Join us as we learn about the colorful culture and delicious cuisine of the wonderful Gullah people. Stranded on the Sea Islands after slavery ended, the Gullah founded their own language and made their own way under harsh circumstances… CONTINUE READING >>
Your GypsyNesters hit the Lowcountry!
Join us as we learn about the colorful culture and delicious cuisine of the wonderful Gullah people. Stranded on the Sea Islands after slavery ended, the Gullah founded their own language and made their own way under harsh circumstances… CONTINUE READING >>
We had just purchased our first motorhome, a beat-up old guy we named BAMF (as in Bad Ass MoFo), on eBay for $3,000. What could possibly go wrong?
We found out on day one when David got into an uncomfortably sticky situation… CONTINUE READING >>
We had just purchased our first motorhome, a beat-up old guy we named BAMF (as in Bad Ass MoFo), on eBay for $3,000. What could possibly go wrong?
We found out on day one when David got into an uncomfortably sticky situation… CONTINUE READING >>
We’re often asked how we stay in touch with our adult kids as we travel.
Yes, our phone conversations with family and friends almost always begin with the question, Where are you guys?
Honestly, in the days before cell phones and the internet, we’re not sure how anyone would have been able to stay connected while leading the lifestyle we’ve chosen… CONTINUE READING >>
We’re often asked how we stay in touch with our adult kids as we travel.
Yes, our phone conversations with family and friends almost always begin with the question, Where are you guys?
Honestly, in the days before cell phones and the internet, we’re not sure how anyone would have been able to stay connected while leading the lifestyle we’ve chosen… CONTINUE READING >>
Have you ever wondered where Route 66 ends?Rather than dumping travelers into the Pacific Ocean, Santa Monica offered a better solution – a pleasure pier.
Chase us around a place full of Americana kitsch at its finest, California style… CONTINUE READING >>
Have you ever wondered where Route 66 ends?
Rather than dumping travelers into the Pacific Ocean, Santa Monica offered a better solution – a pleasure pier.
Chase us around a place full of Americana kitsch at its finest, California style… CONTINUE READING >>
I’ve beaten the crap outta these pants!I’ve worn them all over the world – while speaking at conventions and book events, touring cities, rambling on ruins, having cocktails and dinners at a fancy resorts, on trains, planes, and buses, volunteering in Africa, eating my way through Italy, taking in theater in NYC…
Now that’s putting them through the true GypsyNester paces and, at the end of it all… CONTINUE READING >>
I’ve beaten the crap outta these pants!
I’ve worn them all over the world – while speaking at conventions and book events, touring cities, rambling on ruins, having cocktails and dinners at a fancy resorts, on trains, planes, and buses, volunteering in Africa, eating my way through Italy, taking in theater in NYC…
Now that’s putting them through the true GypsyNester paces and, at the end of it all… CONTINUE READING >>
We were going to
hike up a mountain, The Boy said. Not climb,
hike.
Or maybe that’s what I chose to hear. Certainly, The Boy is aware of my age and the limitations thereof.
He wouldn’t be trying to kill me on my birthday, would he?
(photo taken right before things went terribly awry)… CONTINUE READING >>
We were going to
hike up a mountain, The Boy said. Not climb,
hike.
Or maybe that’s what I chose to hear. Certainly, The Boy is aware of my age and the limitations thereof.
He wouldn’t be trying to kill me on my birthday, would he?
(photo taken right before things went terribly awry)… CONTINUE READING >>
