RovinCrone

Recent magazine articles have shown some interesting statistics about the millenials. Compared with their parents, young people are drivin...

I enjoy being on the water--in ferry boats and similar stable vehicles, that is. Even rowboats and canoes are enjoyable providing th...

Let me say this first: I love Maine. Until our current trip to the east coast, I had spent virtually no time in the state. My hazy p...

  It was nearly midnight on Saturday, but firecrackers were still exploding near us. We had made the mistake of staying overnight ...

The bag of recyclables was in the middle of the aisle again, and I kicked it in frustration. After being on the road for a month in the RV...

In 1971 I returned to Chicago after a couple of years in New York. Rand McNally was much the same as when I had worked there in the sixtie...

We are settled for the night at a Walmart in New York state, having started out too late to find a good campground. Not far outside our d...

    Even today, when there are no steam whistles to bring about that “Blues in the Night” feeling, trains are a romantic way to tra...

There is a stereotypical RVer, and too often the stereotype is accurate: an aging man or woman wearing Bermuda shorts topped with a beer...

In the seventies, my parents retired and moved to Florida. Wanting a peaceful, nonstressful environment, they picked the small town of S...