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Norman Bates Campground










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Keep Driving, Honey

February 27, 2009

That is a trailer, not a motor homeThe other day, while sipping our cappuccinos with an extra shot of espresso at Pain Quotidien, a very dear friend of mine started asking me about our upcoming departure from New York City. What will you do for heat? (The temperature was 14 degrees that morning.) Won’t  you miss THEATRE and ART? How do you take a bath? Do you just go out to eat? And most of all…”You’re going to live in trailer parks?!?!?”

I think I have a pretty good idea of what people might think our life will be like on the road—especially those that never have the urge to just go someplace else because it IS someplace else. With that in mind, here is a link to their and OUR worst nightmares of life in new and strange places.

Norman Bates Campground

These pictures were taken somewhere between Eagle Pass and Del Rio, Texas...just a little north of the Rio Grande.

Just to warn you, from time to time you will find that we have a certain preoccupation with food. What we have eaten and what we wish to eat.

For those of you who asked, the header picture is of the Gulf of Mexico, near the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. This is the place Mary Anne asked Mike Mulligan to take her when she was too old to work. She is happily rusting away in the grass by the sea.