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<p>Some people look for shapes in clouds. Last night, after the fire died down to embers, we started looking for shapes in the embers. The low burning fire and smoke gave some of the shapes the gift of movement. It was late, we were tired, but we didn’t want to go to bed. I didn’t [&hellip;]</p>

<p>It rained last night. But it didn’t come down hard, nor did it last long. There were too many clouds to watch the sunrise, but the sky was a brilliant shade of orange, pink, and yellow. G3 was really tired this morning so he opted to sleep in. I can’t blame him. We were up [&hellip;]</p>

<p>You know me, I don’t like New Jersey. Also, if you’ve followed me the last couple of years, you know we have a problem when it comes to going home after our vacation. We just don’t want to do it. And so we procrastinate. We find things to do to delay the inevitable. Since we [&hellip;]</p>

<p>G3 and I woke up early to watch the sunrise from the dunes. We couldn’t actually see the sun. It was hiding behind a cloud, but it didn’t matter. The sky was still stunning—swirls of bright orange and yellow lighting up the clouds. Once the sun was up we took a walk down the beach [&hellip;]</p>

<p>G3 and I woke up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean. I love watching sunsets, but I enjoy sunrises even more. There is something peaceful about seeing the sun—a blazing pinkish red ball—climb into the sky. The beach was quiet this morning with only a few other people awake to see the sunrise. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>We got stuck in a terrible storm last night. Lightning continuously lit up the sky and rain poured down so heavily we couldn’t see out of the windshield. Kati pulled off the road and we sat in a gas station parking lot waiting for it to subside. When there was a break in the storm, [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Our first stop this morning was the Angel Oak tree on John’s Island in Charleston. It is on the list Kati found as the most beautiful tree in America. And it is impressive. It’s limbs are so long and twisted, it looks like a cross between a tree and an octopus. Some limbs reach out [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Last night we ate sandwiches for dinner at the campsite. The ducks came back to visit. They were very chatty, quacking away, and demanding food. When we neglected to give them some, they left and went for a swim. The women at the campsite next to us made us laugh. We don’t know how many [&hellip;]</p>

<p>It was dark by the time we reached the campground in Fort Yargo State Park. Setting up in the dark is never fun. Our site is again by the water. This campground is not empty and going to bed I was reminded of why I don’t like people. The campers at the site next to [&hellip;]</p>

<p>We camped in Georgia—near the Georgia and Alabama border. Our site, beside the Walter F. George Lake is idyllic, the setting is pretty. Cotton Hill Campground is so much nicer than where we were last night. It’s just as empty, but it doesn’t feel desolate. It doesn’t look like a place a horror movie could [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Last night, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the distance. Clouds covered the stars. We expected rain, but it never came. It’s so much easier to break camp when things are dry. The rash on my foot and ankle is gone. The swelling has gone done. And I only feel a slight bit of pain [&hellip;]</p>

<p>It rained last night. Our new tents did not leak. However, packing up this morning was a muddy mess. I am glad we were able to shower before getting on the road. This is our turn around point. Today, we point the car toward home. We stopped in Slidell for breakfast and ate at La [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Last night, I was reading in the tent when I noticed the material above me was moving. There wasn’t a lick of breeze—it was hot and humid and gross—so I sat up to see what was going on. I noticed tiny legs walking over the mesh and when I looked closer, I saw that they [&hellip;]</p>

<p>We are camping at Fontainebleau State Park in Louisiana. We got to our campsite site around 6:30 last night. It was still light out. The sun had not yet set. By the time we finally got our tents set up, it was dark. It took us nearly two hours because Kati meticulously made sure every [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Brian and I were friends in high school. His father was a Civil War historian. He was the first person I knew who had an interest in that chapter of American history. Now, whenever I take G3 to visit a Civil War battlefield I think of Mr. Walter. This morning we went to Vicksburg Battlefield [&hellip;]</p>

<p>When Libby was a junior in high school she had to read Absalom, Absalom by William Faulkner in English class. She loved the book. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say she loved Mr. Paccioni’s (spelling?) conversations about the novel. He was, after all, one of her favorite teachers. Regardless of the reason she [&hellip;]</p>

<p>My brother lives on what was once the Nashville Battlefield. If you never heard of the Battle of Nashville, you’re not alone. I didn’t know it was a battle in the Civil War until last night. The National Park, for whatever reason, did not feel the need to preserve this battlefield, as it’s preserved others. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>REI was our first stop in Nashville. Why? Because we had to return our leaky tent. Returning was easy. Finding something new was disappointing due to the very limited stock which the salesman blamed on supply chain issues. Also, G3 wants to flee the nest. At twelve years-old, he no longer wants to share a [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Last night, after seeing Lincoln’s home, we drove to our campsite at Houchin Ferry Campground which is in Mammoth Cave National Park. It’s not nearly as nice Abram’s Creek, the last place we stayed. It’s a bit bigger (which means more crowded when full), RVs can stay here (they can be loud), and there was [&hellip;]</p>

<p>A storm blew through last night just after Kati and I went into the tent. G3 was already asleep. He must have been exhausted to sleep though it. The crack of thunder was insanely loud and the rumbling persistent. The rain beat down on the tent as if trying to flatten it. But I love [&hellip;]</p>