In addition to writing about our adventures, Karen writes short stories and even poetry just for pleasure or love. Sometimes it’s something inspired by an adventure; sometimes it’s just about being “grey.” Enjoy, share with a friend and add your comments.

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  Story of a Dinner
  We love wild mushrooms, so this past Christmas I gave Rusty an oyster mushroom growing kit. This is the story of what happened… and a recipe!
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  This October Day
  I wrote this sonnet last year to commemorate all of my peeps who have an October birthday like me.
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  Grassy Mountain Dream
  Ren wrote this poem after our stay at Georgia’s Lake Conasauga Recreation Area.
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  The Great Coffee Fail of 2021
  One of the best things about living in our van is our morning coffee ritual. That is, until the morning of January 23, 2021…
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  The Secret Life of Trees
  Trees are relational beings, like humans, and depend on one another for their survival.
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  Timucuan Indians Discovered Living at Fort Clinch
  When satire gets mistaken for the real thing.
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  Walking the AT
  I don’t write much creative stuff, let alone poetry. But I’m a fan of Walt Whitman and my 2017 thru-hike on the AT inspired me to write this one. And besides, Karen liked it and told me to post it, so…
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  Fungi Sonnet
  Shall I lament the endless days of rain? Perhaps not when my lover I beguile…
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  The Opening
  The Christmas package arrived on my parents’ door step the week before Christmas, in 1952. They had only been married a few months, and were incredibly in love, and also, incredibly young. When my mother spotted the package at the front door, she thought it was a special gift from my father. There was a tag on it that read ‘Do Not Open until Christmas…
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  Girl Hobo Meets Ol’ Brownie
  Girl Hobo found herself in the Ocala National Forest during her travels through Florida, where most of the visitors there are campers and fishermen, and nobody would notice a ragamuffin traveling alone…
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  Girl Hobo Meets the Wingman
  The day that Girl Hobo met the Wingman, she had stowed away on a Great Smoky Mountain Railroad train that left Bryson City, NC, heading for the Nantahala Gorge. It wasn’t easy to sneak aboard a railroad car these days, and most hobos rarely attempt to board passenger trains, but Girl Hobo had a system…
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  Girl Hobo Visits Amelia Island
  When Girl Hobo was traveling in the Southeastern United States, she found herself being drawn to the coastal areas, where the beauty of the shorelines, marshlands and waterways captured her love of the sea. Memories came flooding back to her about her former life as a real girl, something that she couldn’t put her finger on…