During my 3 night stay at Kelley’s Island, I develop a little routine. Each morning I sleep in, feed Tango, make coffee, and eat oatmeal/yogurt for breakfast. Tango and I walk all around the area. Next, I drive to the Marina where I can get one more cup of coffee and Internet via the MiFi…
The van, Tango, and I are the first to drive off the ferry. We are on a beautiful little island that has a few restaurants, gift shops, a marina, and grocery store. The houses, whose lawns are getting into shape by caretakers, are classic Midwestern and lined up neatly facing the water. The Van! I…
Three Sleep was a breeze compared to a night in Winter Storm Achilles. I exit I-80 an hour after crossing the Mississippi into Illinois. There, on a hill, surrounded by golden light and emanating the sound of a host of angels, was my La Quinta. I first loved this hotel chain because they are dog…
Last night was Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride compared to the plain vanilla day of travel though the heartland. Not long after crossing the Missouri River into Iowa, I see a “Camping” sign. I exit from I-80 and drive around a hilly, curvy road to the prettiest little county park. It looks like a city park,…