Rhythm of a Place

Rhythm of a Place

The rhythm of a placeMidwesterner politeness can drive people to curse.  I was on a trip in Cinque Terra, Italy trying to get a coffee during the morning rush.  I stepped to the side to let all the Italian speaking people who knew what they wanted go ahead, but in the...
Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Wet Camping day sixAre you asking where are days 1-5? Pfft, those were easy. It has rained every day, which means laundry has never dried and the firewood is wet. We met another motorcycle camping couple that had an awning set-up over their picnic table. We’re...
Friends Farewell

Friends Farewell

A Friends Farewell GiftI’m sitting at my friends house laughing as stories get told and it strikes me what a gift she’s given those who made the trek for her memorial. We ride with a ladies motorcycle club and she was a member for most of the 80+ years the club has...