Category: Dog Parks and Brew Pubs

This section consists of all the blog entries from our adventures in our Motorhome where we lived on the road for 4 years. It was an amazing journey and I love to look back through these entries, it makes me long for the road again, there was just something so freeing about it. So I invite you to look at the world through our eyes and perhaps get different view of the world around us.

  • Pensacola quick stop

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    Well we made a quick pit stop in Pensacola before heading off to Galveston. Styx River RV Resort to be exact, which is actually in Alabama, 30 minutes from Pcola. And as always there was fun to be found. We met up one night with Belinda and her sister Angela [AKA Oodie] It started slow, we had dinner (great quesadillas by Belinda) and then penned up the Puggles and headed out. First stop was the Islander on Pensacola Beach, followed by the Break, and finally to the Tiki bar at The Hampton Inn. Our buddy Anthony was tending bar that night and he always hooks us up, and he did not disappoint. Whatever rum drink he gave us was STRONG! And got us, well, let’s say “loopy”. So that was my last for the night. He was closing so we waited for him and went to Flounder’s and to Bamboo Willies. Shots and beer were in abundance, every time I turned around the girls were doing another shot. So finally we headed home after getting a jump to start Belinda’s car. Allegedly I left the headlights on [whoops]. We made it back to Angela’s but not after someone, who will remain nameless, threw up outside and inside the car. While I packed up the dog’s I heard someone laughing, apparently Jinjer escaped her pen and went into Belinda’s room on her bed and pooped. I felt so bad and cleaned it up quickly. We apologized and then headed back to the coach. It was 4:30 a.m. when we finally got to bed. The next morning we had to check out by noon, which would seem no problem normally but we were tired from the night before and it was almost 100º outside. I got up at 9:00 and by 1:00 I got us ready to head out to Galveston. But it was no even 5 miles down the road when I had to stop the coach at a rest area and sleep for a few hours, 3 hours to be exact. At which point I felt much better and we were off for great state of Texas. Sharon got a phone call from Angela (aka Oudie) and Sharon listened for a bit and then started uncontrollably, she finally stopped enought o start apologizing for something that happened the night before, she put her on hold for a second and turned to tell what happened: Angela stated that “I woke up this morning to a nasty smell in my room, I looked around. ‘What is that smell’ I asked. Then I found it. Apparently Jinjer may have pooped on Belinda’s bed, but she wiped her butt on my PILLOW!!”. We burst out laughing together hysterically, the image of her discovering that was hilarious. I felt bad, but come on, that is funny stuff! We arrived at 1:30 in the morning at our destination of Galveston and it was so dark we had no idea what it looked like on the island but there we lots of mosquitoes, and I mean tons. This place did not get off to a good start. And it seemed warm hot still, even in the middle of the night. I could not wait to go to sleep and see what this island will have in store for us…

  • The Downward Spiral

    Well we arrived at Atlanta and we were to stay at the Brookwood RV resort but only stayed a night because the Pageant we were shooting was at the Westin which was dog-friendly! So we stayed there for the pageant weekend. Jack and Jinjer hung out with us the whole time down in the ballroom area while we worked. They were perfect angels, not sure if the were our crazy dogs or someone replaced or drugged them. It was a great weekend, the pageant went smoothly, we relaxed at the hotel some nights and even got to park our motorhome at the hotel so we could get stuff from it if needed. But it was about to go downhill. Upon leaving the hotel we were cruising along just fine for an hour or so and then we hear a big bang. “What the hell was that!?” Sharon said. I think I knew, so I stopped the coach and went to have a look see. My suspicions were correct, a blowout. One of the rear tires was flat and we had used our spare in Florida a few months ago and not replaced it yet. So we got online and looked for tire companies in the area. One good thing is that it was still early in the day, around noon. We found one and we proceeded to limp along down the emergency lane until we could get off at the next exit which was less than a mile drive. I then got out and proceeded to take the tire off, but of course i did not have socket large enough so i sent Sharon off to buy one at a nearby Wal-mart while I worked on finding a tire place again. I finally found a place where for $288.00 I could get a tire. This was a setback for us, there goes all the cash sales we had accumulated that weekend. It was also so damn hot, nothing like mid day in June in the deep south to shorten tempers. Taking off a large RV tire is no easy task, I wrestled and wrestled and finally won. Well everything worked out, we got the tire replaced and back on the road. But the day was to get worse. Due to the high traffic on our pageant photos website that morning, from parents and contestants wishing to view the pics we uploaded from the weekend, our site crashed and became temporarily suspended. And that is what the web host provider put on the homepage “This site has been suspended, please contact billing”. So this is what all the potential customers of ours had to see until we got it straightened out. I was livid!! This was going to be the only cash flow for us since we used all of our cash up on the tire. So we had to stop and get an RV site for the night and get it all straightened out. What seemed to be an easy fix, just pay for more bandwidth became a nightmare of upgrading and configuring my own virtual private server. Took 2 days before we were back online! BUt once we were, we pulled up stakes and headed to Pensacola, praying that karma would dish us some smooth travels for a bit.

  • An RV Park with a Dog Park

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    We read on the internet of an RV park just outside of Ocala, Florida with a dog park and we had to stop on our way to Atlanta. The Ocala Ranch RV Park to be precise. The park was open, not a lot of trees, but good level sites and the park was empty this time of year, all the snowbirds have migrated back north by now. SO since it was empty, the “kids” had no others to play with but still just had fun with each other. They still love to play with each other because they can be as rough as they want to be with no one getting mad. We will stop back again when it is more full in the winter. And also to go to our favorite Thai restaurant we had found to date, Spicy Thai. It had incredible food combined with perfect ambience, a real treat to find! We also found a great tucked away little tropical paradise known as Rainbow Springs. We went kayaking and hiking with the dogs one day there and had a great time, we were amazed how clear the water was. It was a beautiful emerald green, teaming with fish swimming through the tall sumbmerged strands of algae. Reminds me of the kelp beds I saw on the discovery channel. Just a gorgeous place, a must see off-the-beaten path place.

  • Purchasing Our New (Motor)Home

    These first Dogpark and Brewpubs entries are from Sharon’s handwritten journals that she kept to document our adventures. This is how our life on the road began…

    SHARON’S JOURNALS

    It all started when we lost our house to Hurricane Ivan on September 15, 2004. We decided that it would be the perfect opportunity to travel and take advantage of bad situation of losing all that we have. Randy and I were very much in love and we thought this decision would fulfill all of our dreams. But to be honest, it was really more of Randy’s dream then it was mine.

    Randy is very much an independent soul and does not like to be tied down to a regular 9-5 job. Me on the other hand, am an independent soul as well. But I do like to have a regular paycheck and for the most part, a regular job. When Randy started to talk about the idea of buying an RV and traveling around the country, I was skeptical, but excited about the idea of getting out of this now, disaster area.

    Purchasing an RV was a long and tedious process. We were foolish and naive of the whole process of buying an RV. We just thought we could walk right into the dealership and tell them what we wanted and bam! Walk out with our brand new RV. WOW! Were we stupid or what? This process, as we came to find out, is worse than buying a house. And Neither Randy nor I have ever purchased a anything over $25,000, so this meant there would be no way we were going to be approved for a $100,000 motor home.

    After a few disappointing disapprovals, we went to Paw-Paw’s camper city, where they we so very excited to help us on our way to getting into the RV we wanted. Just as we picked out the one we wanted and got approved for, they go and pull the o’l bait and switch on us.

    That was not fun. We showed up and find that the RV we wanted we could no longer have, but here is this beautiful 1998 Cruise Master with blue interior, blue carpet, blue walls, blue, blue, blue…So needless to say, we weren’t exactly excited about starting our new life in this blue monstrosity. It took some convincing by the sales person and some time to look at the bigger picture of new carpet, new furniture and some of our own things to make us decide that this could be our home for at least a year or so. Well, thirty some $30,000 later along with $5,000, we were on our way to the traveling lifestyle. Here we go, or so we thought!!

    It was going to be our first adventure out in our new RV. All we had to do is pick up our RV and from the dealership and hit the road. That was mistake number one. We had taken our RV to get our new (not blue) carpet put in and leave it for a few days only to find out that we were fools to believe it would be ready to pick up. See, we were on our way to a wedding in VA that was on a Saturday, well this was Friday morning and to our stupid foolishness, we thought our RV would be ready to go and we would be off. We go there and they tell us it’s just going to be a few more hours, well this is when my head started to spin and my face starts to turn red. Thank god for Randy and his sweet words of encouragement of, “baby it’s ok, we can still make it with plenty of time to spare.” I started to feel better and so we thought we would go eat and when we come back it will be all done.

    Yeah right! Every time we went back to check, they kept telling us two more hours we promise, two more hours. Well, six hours later I’m headed down the road, by my self, to meet my sister to give her our jeep Cherokee to keep for us while we our living our free wheeling lifestyle while Randy is still hours behind me waiting for our home to be ready. It’s now 11:00 pm Friday night and the wedding is the next day at 6:00 pm. Randy is just now meeting me in the middle of nowhere, so he can pick me up and we can start our first adventure. Randy is still sweet and trying to calm me down, because now I have passed that point of hysteria, now I’m just frantic that we are not going to make this damn wedding that I so wanted to attend. Randy just kept telling me, we will make it don’t worry, I will get you there if it’s the last thing I do.

    Poor Randy he drove all through the night with only three hours of sleep and with no help from me. He drove through back roads and with max speeds of 45mph, but he got me there and with 15 min to spare for me to get ready. God do I love this man, he drove through the night, listened to me bitch and panic, rushed to get ready and still he put on a wonderful face with all of my old friends at this wedding. I don’t know any other man that would do this and not have pushed me out the door on hwy 95 only to be thumped by 100 cars going 90mph. I think I am the luckiest girl in the world. Now, I know this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and to travel with in our new home with its new carpet.

    By the way, we did all this with our 12-year-old bulldog riding right beside us all the way. What a trooper he is. I don’t think a girl could be any luckier. Well, the wedding was great. They all loved our new home and we were able to take our time coming back to Pensacola and see some of what flew by us on our way up to Virginia. Yea! (sarcastically) Back to Pensacola, I can’t wait, you know the place I love with all the beautiful hurricane damage. The place I now do not consider to be my home anymore. I now consider my home to be a 36-foot space with the man of my dreams and my 12-year-old bulldog. Now that’s what I call a home!