We’ve left the mysterious streets and cobblestone lanes of Providence behind for the pleasant weather out on Cape Cod. We’re actually on the Plymouth side of the Cape Cod Canal. One heavily backed up bridge away from the cape itself…. Read More ›
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News from the Rhode
Come on, we all love puns. Write? Okay, apologies for that one… Transitioning back into nomad mode hasn’t been as rough as I worried it might be. I’ll be the first to admit I was uncertain. COVID really altered the… Read More ›
Spring? In the White Mountains?
In my last post, I mentioned preparing to get our nomad life up and running once again. Well, last weekend we completed the move out of our colonial sanctuary and are finally back in our primary residence, the wheeled adventure lodge known as Discovery.
Confused yet?
Ready to Hit the Trails…
We’ve survived.
If you recall, us southerners purchased a property up north. Far north. About as far as you can go before we have to change citizenship.
As the timing would have it, we ended up spending the winter here too. Lots of cozy days and nights spent by the wood stove. Even a brief dip down to wind chills of -27…
Missing Lake Mead
I’m currently plugging away at book two of the upcoming series. And while I peruse old photos and leaf through trail maps, I’m reminded of how much I miss this place…
They Call This a Trail – New Hampshire
Before we even arrived at the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire, I was warned by a fellow traveler to make sure and purchase the state’s safe hiking card. That way, if I was injured in the backcountry and… Read More ›
Always on the Move
We pulled into Lake Mead last week, our little oasis in the desert. Coming back, I realize how much I loved this place the first time. It’s enchanting. The landscape this unrefined, unfinished sandbox of the gods. Ancient and wrinkled and weathered, scarred with jagged valleys and craggy heights, the lake rests like a gem on a mummified neck uncovered in some primordial tomb…
RUSS LINTON 