This weekend we met Bud, a guy sporting a 45/47 hat, a reference to Donald Trump as the 45th and 47th president of the United States. As is our custom, we steered clear of any political conversation, talking instead about shared camping experiences, a common devotion to dogs, and our occasional bobcat sightings. Fluff. We…
It may go without saying, but we’ll say it anyway. After more than a decade of camping nearly every weekend, we feel as though we’ve earned the right to offer a primer on campsite etiquette. Camping, for us, has always been about disconnecting from the noise of daily life and reconnecting with nature. But in…
We rolled into Loyd Park on Friday afternoon, laptops in tow, and wrapped up our workday remotely with the sounds of nature replacing the usual office hum. The Texas summer was in full swing with its high heat and even higher humidity, but the shade of the trees and the promise of a good meal…
We headed to Loyd Park for the long July Fourth weekend, hoping for a few days of rest and renewal. Because our home fridge was on the fritz, we packed up most of its contents to keep in our Airstream fridge until the home unit could be repaired. Yet even as we tried to settle…
As the first weekend of summer rolled into North Texas, we made our way to Loyd Park for a seasonably warm weekend. After setting up, we finished our work week before imbibing in Date Night cocktails. We toasted Cliff’s successful completion of a WGU Academy certificate course on artificial intelligence before turning to the grill,…
After a quiet start to a warm weekend, we awoke to a huge headline on the landing page of The New York Times: “U.S. Enters War Against Iran.” Well, that places everything in perspective. Suddenly, the problem Jon was having with his iPhone didn’t seem as relevant. In the dozen or so years that we’ve…
We met some fellow Airstreamers this weekend who had traveled to Texas from California. As we typically do when meeting people for the first time, we started sharing stories about ourselves and our adventures. The stories we tell about ourselves come from our own experiences, but over time some have been embellished for comedic effect,…
We arrived on Friday afternoon and quickly set up camp, enabling us to work remotely for the remainder of the day. Date Night cocktails and hors d’oeuvres were followed by a delightfully grilled New York strip with grilled asparagus, baked potato, and a glass of FAT Bastard cabernet. A phone call to our friend Bud…
This weekend, while camping at Loyd Park, we finalized our reservations — yet again — for a long-planned trip to Shenandoah National Park and Washington, D.C. (For the record, the folksong refers to the Missouri River and in most versions of the song the name “Shenandoah” refers to an Indian chief, not the Shenandoah Valley.)…
In discussing the purpose of the Second Vatican Council, Pope John XXIII famously said it would open the windows of the Church to let in a little fresh air. Last week, as the balcony doors opened and Pope Leo XIV stepped out to greet the throngs gathered in the square below, the fresh air seemed…
