Trailer Life, Volume III
If you’re thinking about taking your RV to New York City, don’t. There’s only one RV park anywhere nearby, and it’s a parking lot on the Jersey side of New York Harbor. When I say parking lot, this is not a poetic interpretation of a relatively plain RV park. This place had half the charm of your average rest stop. It was next to a marina and an empty, overgrown lot, and the RVs were so close to each other that you and your neighbor could reach out and shake each other’s hands. Public transportation was very close, and it was damned close to the city. The City. But still.
Read moreStill Married
We’re staying in Albany, NY tonight and we are officially married.
We’ve been through New Jersey, a vegetable oil spill (in the trailer kitchen after bumpy road), milky spills, some puppy spills–but now we’re all tucked in. And Ruby and I are married.
Read moreMarriage (and Other LGBT) Equality in Washington, D.C.
Taxation Without Representation: that’s the slogan you see on D.C. license plates. I found that to be kind of exciting. Usually license plates say things like “First in Flight,” and “The Show-Me State.” To complain on a license plate is sassy and in-your-face. This is something to like about D.C.
Read moreMarriage (and Other LGBT) Equality in Maryland, Virginia, and Delaware
Catching up again on the states we missed. We saw this license plate outside of a FedEx Kinko’s in Woodbridge, VA. The guy who helped us there was family. Not sure if this was his car, or what the intention behind it was, but as we were on our way to the National Equality March, it seemed like a great omen.
We’re now in Pennsylvania, where we’ve made it out of the trailer and are soaking up the home lovin’ at my cousin’s place. The coffee is good here, and we get to do our laundry without quarters and not worry about whether the fridge is popping open on the road. And oh, yeah, unlike at the Prince William Forest Travel Trailer Village, the Internet works here. It’s pretty good living.
Read moreMonday is Funday: Contest #4
Today we took the dogs to a dog beach on the Chesapeake. That sounds so much better when I write it than it was in real life. We drove about thirty miles out of the way to give them special doggie time on the beach. Now, I should say that we have some great dog parks in Seattle. There’s one at Warren Magnuson that we like. There’s about a mile-long walk to a fenced off spot on the lake where hundreds of dogs gather every weekend morning. It’s that heaven all dogs are supposed to go to.
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