How a trip down memory lane turned into a bona fide campout I grip the steering wheel and follow my husband through the pouring rain. He’s in a 25-foot long Cruise America RV carrying precious cargo: my father, his wife, and Willy, their Cairn Terrier. I’m flying solo in our Volkswagon Westfalia. We’re heading to … Continue reading Camping With Dad
GPS doesn't always take you where you think you're going. In this case, we struggled to find the tiny town of Valpelline above the Aosta Valley.
Our hut hike in Slovenia's Julian Alps presented an adventure with an unexpected outcome.