Some days you’re elbow-deep in toilets. Some days it’s Monday morning, the campers have almost all gone home and it’s just Millie, me and our little green valley.

My boss yesterday described my job: you spend the morning hustling through the things you have to get done and the afternoons waiting for something to go wrong. So this…

Millie spends much of every day in our travel trailer. Not all day, of course. She’s become accustomed to traveling by golf cart while I make my rounds. But there…

When I saw him, he was standing at the end of the dock, fishing pole drooping like even it was tired. The fisherman is from Michigan, Lansing area, and was…

If Jane and Henry Fonda were here, I’d think I had landed On Golden Pond. (For my younger followers, that’s a movie reference.)

Electricity is a miracle. I’m not even certain I believe in it. Last week my trailer developed an electrical “short” that killed all my 110 volt electrical outlets. A fine…

It’s quite surprising, at least to me, how many current and former campground hosts I’ve met in the almost four weeks I’ve been here. This week I met Ronnie and…

When Steven Sondheim composed the score and drafted the lyrics (without the help of Artificial Intelligence) for “A Little Night Music” he had romance in mind. As I recall the…

This afternoon I took Millie out to let her run off some energy in the camping area that backs up to Willow Creek. It’s hard for me to walk here…

A well believed to be the oldest continuously-producing well, at least in these parts, sits smack in the middle of the Bradford PA McDonald’s. Drilled in the 1870s by Thomas…