The Turtle Takes Off on August 6th, 2011

The Turtle, my 1981 Toyota Sunrader Mini Motorhome, will be taking me on an almost 8,000 mile journey to Glacier National Park and beyond. Wish us luck and tailwinds!

Friday, September 11, 2015

Turtle Trials

It's part of the road and The Turtle does it well. She has the luck of the Irish and the pot of gold  in her sweet little heart! Four thousand miles for this trip to Maine and Nova Scotia. More repairs that usual. I think the Turtle really likes the attention. W e never had time to pretty-up. Please Lord just keep her going! Prayers and my bank account. We had enough. Always.

Friends of The Turtle

                                           Carol and her face paintings..Roanoke, VA
                          Pat and her party for The Turtle, Goode Virginia(Esther, Marilee,Joyce)
Amy, Purcellville, VA

                                           Barbara and me and her painting , Lowell, Mass
                                           Barbara and Chip, Lowell, Mass
                                             Jenny and me, Providence ,Rhode Island
                                              Phillip, lobster man, Portland, Maine

Not Pictured: Margaret in Abingdon, VA, Blake, Zack, Tom, and Quinn in Purcellville, VA, Rozie,Pearl,and Tom, Providence, Rhode Island, Rob and Kathleen, Roanoke, VA, Oscar, Roanoke, VA

All the way along 81 in Virginia and up into Maine, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and back via Lowell, Mass, Providence, Rhode Island, and Virginia were these amazing people!  Quite a few of them are artists like myself. We all have The Turtle in common now. 

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

For My Namesake

The meaning of Glory lies here in Peggy's Cove. Idyllic, Lyrical. The visual highlight of my two thousand mile journey. The Turtle grew a lighthouse as a hood ornament to commemorate this most epic Nova Scotia venture. It had my name written all over it! I went for the name alone. Doesn't take a lot to get me out on the road.

Monumental Acts of Place

This is my 5th year of traveling in The Turtle. I must be erecting monuments along the way. At least with my camera if nothing else. It is 2015, Mid July into mid August. From my home in the mountains of North Carolina all the way to Peggy's Cove in Nova Scotia. Blue and white  tinged with pink from the Bay of Fundy. A religious experience, An act of place.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Maritime State of Mind

The Coast of Maine, New Brunswick, Bay of Fundy, and Nova Scotia are all about the boating life. Sailing on the Atlantic or Get-N-R-Dun. Leisure or livelihood. In my case, inspiration. Just sitting on a cliff and watching the sea adventures or seeing a boat slumped safe after a rough ride. I can relate to that. I am often following alongside the sea in The Turtle. When there is rain and fog, I feel like I am out there boating as well. Sailing, scanning the horizon, pulling in some delicious memories. The Turtle is Getting Her Done for sure.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Hunting Island Christmas

This  was The Turtle's second year at Hunting Island, SC. We arrived just before Christmas Day, 2014, in a pouring rain that could have hydroplaned us into the marshes on either side. When we got to Hunting Island State Park, it let up a bit. I checked out my reserved site only to find  a sea of puddles. The Turtle is no puddle jumper, I thought. Let's see if we can get a spot closer to the ocean and nearer to my friends, Carol and Jim, who were traveling from Athens, GA pulling their brand new Lance trailer. As fortune often has it for The Turtle and I, there was one spot left. And what a spot! Only a few feet from the churning ocean. If we are going to get wet, then let it be by something more majestic than a soppy pond! All of the above photos were taken from The Turtle's windows. The rain did not stop until Christmas morning (first and last photos).
There were many breaks in the weather those few days before Christmas, but the view from inside was nothing short of a miracle. And the miraculous is really what the season is about. Nature provided this for us. There are no seasonal reminders except for the poinsettia in the foreground of the Turtles back window view. And as the days progressed and receded like the ocean, I was to find many more miracles awaiting me. Including the raccoon that ate our appetizers, while Carol, Jim and I were enjoying a fire made from dried palm fronds.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Saga on the Seas of Hartwell

Lake Hartwell, made by the Savannah River and the Corps of Engineers, can sometimes look like the sea upon awakening. This trio forgot something back at the dock. I had fun capturing their images and I imagine they will have fun fishing. But isn't the best part of the day the earliest of the morning and its foggy forgetfulness?