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
Our hut hike in Slovenia's Julian Alps presented an adventure with an unexpected outcome.