So long Harvey Hurricane; our trusted 2003 Motorhome has been passed along to new owners.

Considering the confines with no extension slides, we were cramped. So, two weeks into the Florida stay, we decided to look at different floor plans and think about a trade.

Long story short; the “looking” turned into “buying” as we found a reasonably priced 2017 Thor Hurricane. We’ve named her “Hazel”, after Dave’s Grandmother; who always loved to travel, but never was able to do as much as desired. Dave has signs that suggest that her spirit is with us…

MORE CHANGES: A Hurricane in all kinds of weather!

It’s been four years since we began our adventures with “Harvey”, our Hurricane motorhome. It was a 2003 model with 20,000 miles of experience and we were naive with an absence of that same experience.

Sharon and I were very fortunate, enjoying adventures with Harvey, ranging from New York to Florida to South Dakota, Colorado to Washington State, Oregon to Arizona, and back to Florida. Harvey Hurricane hardly missed a beat as we chugged over mountains, through deserts, and many campgrounds.

Once again this Winter, Harvey brought us safely South to Florida, but his age was showing and with no slides for added living space, claustrophobia was becoming a normal feeling. Sadly, it seemed time to seek separate adventures.

Enter “Hazel Hurricane”, Harvey’s Great Granddaughter. Younger & sporting two slides, two bathrooms, and a washer/dryer, Hazel is ready to carry the legacy forward. We’ve sold our real home in Rochester, NY and plan to follow the sun and family.

Stay tuned, we’ve got plans and Hazel is raring to go!!!


Most frequently asked question, when people learn that we spent over a year traveling the country in our motorhome? What was your favorite place???

The honest response is that every location had wonderful, interesting things to discover & experience. Every place became our favorite, for some reason or another.

That said, one of my most favorite places is in my own back yard. Letchworth State Park has been a lifelong draw for me. I remember camping excursions, picnics, school trips, and finally overcoming a fear of heights when I ventured onto the old railroad trestle (old shaky), high above the Upper Falls.

Inspiration Point boasts a view of both the Middle & Upper Falls. It is a spiritual location and I have enjoyed long moments of thought and contemplation while enjoying the view.

My point? The grass is not always greener somewhere else. Look around, your dream may be closer than you think.


Shaking off cobwebs of inactivity, we loaded up the RV for a long weekend camping and riding along the Erie Canal. The Town of Ilion (NY) supports a marina & small RV camping area. We backed in, walked the dogs, and were sipping some beverages when a young woman walked up and asked to use our phone to call AAA. She had a flat tire & her phone was dead.

As we waited (actually, her husband arrived & did the work, AAA never appeared) we socialized and learned she was a local science teacher and some of her story. She and Sharon are shown in the first photo.

The following day, we cycled along the canal, toward Little Falls. At lock 18 we waited for a large vessel to transition through the device and began a conversation with another couple, also cycling the canal.

We shared our “good Samaritan” story from the previous day and wouldn’t you know, this couple were friends with our lady in distress from day previous!

Moral of the story; don’t have a flat and commune with talkative cyclists along the E-rie E-rie Canal.


We’ve been stationary for a while; short trips, winters in Florida. But that is changing and we’re taking a huge step into the unknown.

Our home is FOR SALE and the only firm place we have to go is our trusty motorhome, HARVEY!

Certainly, we will head South before snow falls. We have a firm reservation in Bradenton until April; beyond that, IT WILL COME TO US! Stay tuned!!!


The leaves have turned and the thermometer is dropping. The wanderlust bug is becoming insistent.

In other words, we are packing up Harvey Hurricane, the motorhome, and preparing to head South once again. We will set up shop at the Masonic Youth Park, but hope to be more adventurous this time. Lot’s of Florida adventures await and we’ll post them as they happen!

Sharon will continue p/t with the U of Chicago and my main focus will be enhancing our wellness business and getting back on track with my biking. STAY TUNED!


The main part of our adventure completed, we arrived in the Gulf Coast of Florida in early December. We were thankful for a “breather” and some time in one spot, collecting our thoughts and planning the future.

We picked up another dog companion (Lola, a friend needed to re-home her), returned to the RV Park we enjoyed last winter season, rejoined our “Unity In The Woods Church” in Bradenton, and enjoyed some terrific sunsets at Apollo Beach & Anna Maria Island! Max & Lola are bonding and beginning to enjoy each other’s company.

Time passes much too quickly and it’s nearly April. So let’s share some plans: soon we head North to Virginia and reconnecting with our sons, Jason & Scott with their families. Following that, we will get back “home” to Rochester and this will be the tough part; our house will be FOR SALE! If we get a good price, we’ll full-time RV for a while and relocate to Florida, either renting or purchasing. Should we not get the price we want; we’ll use that home as our “hub” and continue our travels from there. The “Universe” will be our guide!

July will find us back in Virginia; Scott & Kara will enjoy our rig for a trip out West and we will run our business out of their house for a couple weeks. In August, back to Rochester and then to New Hampshire to reconnect with Chris & Adam and their families. Busy, Busy, Busy!!!

We’ll keep everyone updated; PEACE & LOVE ❤️!

LAST STOP: for now!

The last segment of our current adventure is a prolonged stop in New Orleans, Louisiana. Sharon had visited shortly after college and I had never been.

We parked the motorhome at St. Bernard State Park; large lots, good space between sites, and water/electricity. A very rustic location, but convenient access to the city. There is a central RV resort, downtown; but we thought it overpriced and crowded.

We took the hop on/hop off tour, for a good idea of what we wanted to see. The WWII Museum was overwhelming and powerful; but after the movie, we needed a break. The French Quarter was nice, but that & the Bourbon Street region were smaller than I expected. Still, we enjoyed some good music and the casual feel of walking through the neighborhoods.

New Orleans Saints football fans are energetic and it was our misfortune to be in town when the team spanked our Buffalo Bills. I am still wondering about the “Who Dat” connection (?)!

My favorite memories were the brass band concerts at the Armstrong Park, touring the Battle of New Orleans historic site, and getting to know the parishioners at Unity of New Orleans.

Now, on to Florida; with a rush through Alabama (not wishing to spend money there, for political considerations)! We’ll be writing more about our 3/4 year on the road; stay tuned!


The note on the RV office door said, “Turtle Launch, Saturday morning, 10:00 a.m.” No further details were offered.

We were camped near Port Aransas, Texas (East of Corpus Christi), near the beach and there was ample evidence they were still repairing from the visit of Hurricane Harvey, two months previous. Our traveling with a purpose, needed an injection of spontaneity; but what was a “turtle launch”? Opportunity???

Mind you, I have lived in Ohio, where they used to motivate chickens to fly at the Bob Evans farm; using a mailbox & plunger and memories of the fictional WKRP in Cincinnati turkey drop still bring tears of laughter to my eyes!

Saturday dawned and our morning walk along the beach, found about a hundred or so people waiting near shore. There were both locals and sojourners present; including some dogs, so Max was not a problem. He befriended two young girls, who petted and fussed over him. Small world; their mother is from Canton, NY!

It turns out that this area of a Texas, is home to a rescue group that saves, treats, and returns injured sea turtles to the wild. They have staff, a veterinarian, and many volunteers. Their home base was impacted by the hurricane, but they were able to find alternative housing and saved all the turtles and numerous birds, who were located temporarily in one of the volunteer’s grandmother’s porch! Today was a day that they could release eight of their habilitated amphibious residents.

Of course there were shirts to be bought and a plea for financial support was delivered; but it was really a day to celebrate life and release. One by one, large, mature turtles were carried to the water and encouraged to swim to freedom. There was applause, hugs from the volunteers, and prayer for safe travels; as these denizens swam to who knows where.

Point of this discourse; be open to the serendipity offered by notes on the office door. Perhaps they lead to — who knows where!