I am going way out on a limb, but I have a feeling that most people like to have their lives tied up in neat little packages. You get up about the same time each morning. You have a little breakfast, probably from a narrow list of favorites. You go off to some kind of work, solve many of the same problems, fight the same rush hour traffic and park in exactly the same place each evening. Continue reading Neat Little Packages:
Tag Archives: Arcturus
Our 2001 Alpine motor home, 34 ft. long.
Coming Home:
This is something different. We are home, but we don’t have a house to come back to. We are always home, because home is Arcturus, and Arcturus is an Alpine motor home. By a different thought, however, home is where all of your best friends are. This is where we are this week. We have been visiting with the friends of our church, the friends that we worked with and friends that have been neighbors over the years. Continue reading Coming Home:
Typical Day:
Today was another typical day here in Arcturus. We visited Manassas Virginia and learned about how the South whupped the Union not once but twice in 1861 and 1862 on the same battlefield. It happened to be an important railroad junction and close to Washington’s back door. Then we drove on to Front Royal Virginia, stocked up on groceries and fabric and entered the Shenandoah National Park to drive the Skyline Drive. Continue reading Typical Day:
Railroad Museum:
I only wish that I could teleport my son, Glen and my Son-in-law Neil here to be with me this evening. We are boondocking in the parking lot of the Railroad Museum here in Hillsborough New Brunswick. Thirty feet from the nose of Arcturus is parked a Canadian Voodoo Fighter Jet. All along the tracks to the left side of the coach are railroad equipment, beautifully preserved, and I think some of it is used for excursions. Continue reading Railroad Museum:
Rocks:
Here we are in a rock quarry, boondocking alongside the highway on the western side of Newfoundland. In front of Arcturus, just across the highway, are the waters of the Strait of Belle Isle. Just across this narrow strip of water, (20 kilometers on the map) is the coast of Labrador. I am just now watching a large cargo ship heading south through the strait. It looks insignificant beneath the mountains of Labrador. Continue reading Rocks: