When Kindness Takes a Holiday: Our Latest RV Stay
Donelle Hintermeister Donelle Hintermeister

When Kindness Takes a Holiday: Our Latest RV Stay

It really is simple: prepare for your guests, welcome them warmly, anticipate their needs, make doing business easy, and thank them for choosing you. Unfortunately, this resort missed the mark on most of those basics.

Read More
One Year After Someday
James Hintermeister James Hintermeister

One Year After Someday

Somewhere between the Jamestown Ferry in Virginia and the Lewis and Clark National Park on the west coast we honed our appreciation of the smaller moments that add up to a calendar year. We have learned that sometimes the perspective has to be adjusted for the eyes to behold.

Read More
Move Day Magic (and Mayhem): Life on the Road in an RV
James Hintermeister James Hintermeister

Move Day Magic (and Mayhem): Life on the Road in an RV

After completing the tear-down process, with rubber gloves disposed and a stinky slinky stowed, I de-crouched out from under the bedroom slide and massaged my lower back. I silently ruminated, “I don’t recall seeing this particular online post properly articulating the dream of hitting the open road.” Not the start of move day that I was hoping for.

Read More
Trading Wheels for Walls: A Holiday Weekend with Friends
Donelle Hintermeister Donelle Hintermeister

Trading Wheels for Walls: A Holiday Weekend with Friends

After almost a year of living full-time on the road, it felt both strange and luxurious to step into a sticks and bricks house again. Suddenly, we had room to spread out, hot showers that didn’t come with a mental calculation of tank levels, and a fenced in backyard for Kaia to run off leash.

Read More
Sensory Overload
James Hintermeister James Hintermeister

Sensory Overload

So how in the world did I find myself standing at the base of St. Helens thinking…meh, that’s nice.

Read More
Small RV, Big Drama: My war with a winged demon
Donelle Hintermeister Donelle Hintermeister

Small RV, Big Drama: My war with a winged demon

I killed it.  And I meant to do it. I told myself I was protecting the dog but who are we kidding. This flying demon from H-E-double hockey sticks was five feet, I mean inches long with a hornet’s body and a three-inch tail.

Read More