After more than six years of training, setbacks, self-doubt, and determination, I finally earned my Private Pilot’s License.
It’s hard to put into words what that accomplishment means to me because it wasn’t just about learning to fly—it was about proving to myself that I could finish something that often felt impossible.
There were countless moments when I wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Life got busy. Training was interrupted. Progress felt slow. Some flights were incredible, while others left me questioning whether I was cut out for this at all. More than once, I wanted to quit. The fear of failing, especially after investing so much time and effort, was always in the back of my mind.
For years, I trained at a non-towered airport where I became comfortable with the familiar rhythm of operations. Then came another challenge: transitioning to training at a towered airport in Goodyear, Arizona. Learning to communicate confidently with air traffic control while managing everything else happening in the cockpit pushed me far outside my comfort zone. It was intimidating at first, but it ultimately made me a better and more capable pilot.
Flying is also a family tradition. I had the privilege of following in the footsteps of two incredible aviators in my life. My husband is both a helicopter pilot and a fixed-wing pilot, and my father also holds his fixed-wing license. Watching their passion for aviation over the years inspired me to keep going, even when earning my own license seemed out of reach.
The day I passed my checkride was one of the most rewarding moments of my life. All those years of hard work, frustration, and perseverance finally paid off.
And then came the best part: the freedom.
There is truly no feeling like being able to decide where you want to go, walk out to the airplane, and make it happen. That freedom is exactly what drew me to aviation in the first place.
My first flight after earning my license was a memorable one—a trip to Payson, Arizona, for pancakes. It was simple, fun, and everything I had dreamed about during those years of training. No instructor. No checkride preparation. Just flying for the pure joy of it.
The learning didn’t stop there.
One year later, I earned my high-performance endorsement in a Cessna 182. Flying the 182 has introduced a whole new set of challenges. It’s a more capable airplane that demands respect and continued learning, and I’m still working to become more proficient and confident in it. But unlike the uncertainty I felt years ago, I now welcome those challenges. They are part of the journey.
Looking back, earning my license taught me much more than how to fly an airplane. It taught me patience, persistence, humility, and the value of continuing forward even when progress feels painfully slow.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that some goals take longer than expected—and that’s okay. The destination is worth it.
Here’s to many more adventures, new destinations, and personal challenges ahead. The sky is no longer the limit; it’s just the beginning.
Every RV trip seems to develop a personality of its own. What starts as a carefully planned route inevitably becomes a collection of unexpected adventures, weather delays, mechanical surprises, and moments that remind us why we love life on the road. The Florida hurricane changed our RV route to a departure to the north. We had an appointment in Tishomingo, MS end of October to work on our RV so we needed to slow roll it until then before heading west. We planned to have a few weeks exploring Florida, so we took out the maps and made a new plan. Our journey through Georgia turned out to be one of those trips that perfectly balanced adventure with much-needed downtime.
Our first stop was the fascinating Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, one of the most unique ecosystems in the country. The vast blackwater swamp seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, creating a peaceful and almost otherworldly landscape. Wildlife was everywhere—from alligators basking in the sun to countless birds calling from the cypress trees. It was a reminder of how wild and untouched parts of America still remain.
While exploring the refuge, we also visited the historic Chesser Island Homestead. Walking through the preserved homestead offered a glimpse into what life was like for the early settlers who carved out a living on the edge of the swamp.
From there, we made our way to Elko, GA. We uncovered that the local fair was in town and it provided a convenient stop during our travels and gave us a chance to experience a little local Georgia hospitality. Sometimes it’s these simple stops along the way that make RV travel so enjoyable.
The highlight of our Georgia adventure, however, was our stay at Talona Ridge RV Resort near Ellijay. We had planned several activities in the area, including a scenic drive to Fort Mountain State Park, where we enjoyed beautiful mountain views and explored a bit of the park’s history. But what surprised us most was how much we simply enjoyed staying at the resort itself. Talona Ridge is one of those rare places where the destination becomes more enjoyable than the itinerary. The beautifully maintained grounds, mountain scenery, and peaceful atmosphere encouraged us to slow down and appreciate the moment. We spent hours walking the resort’s winding roads and trails, soaking in the views, chatting with fellow RVers, and enjoying the kind of quiet that can be hard to find in everyday life.
Our next adventure led us to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which turned out to be a delightful stop in the Southeast. No visit would be complete without exploring Ruby Falls, hidden deep inside Lookout Mountain. Descending into the cave and following the winding paths to the underground waterfall felt like stepping into another world. We also spent time wandering through downtown Chattanooga, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere, local shops, and scenic riverfront. A visit to Lookout Mountain Battlefield added a fascinating glimpse into Civil War history while offering incredible views of the surrounding landscape.
From Chattanooga, we made our way to Sevierville. As always, neighboring Pigeon Forge was bursting with activity, flashing lights, attractions, and enough entertainment options to keep visitors busy for weeks. The energy of the area is unlike anywhere else.
One of the highlights of our stay was spending an afternoon at Anakeesta. High above Gatlinburg, we enjoyed breathtaking mountain views, peaceful walking trails, and the unique atmosphere that makes Anakeesta such a special destination in the Smokies.
Next came Nashville. Even though we’d visited before, there was no way we were passing through without spending some time downtown. The live music poured out of every doorway, and we found ourselves happily people-watching as musicians entertained crowds from morning until late into the night. Some places never lose their charm, and Nashville is definitely one of them.
Our route then carried us west to Memphis, where we stayed at Tom Sawyer RV Park. Located right on the Mississippi River, this campground gave us front-row seats to one of nature’s greatest shows—the endless parade of cargo ships and barges traveling up and down the river. We explored downtown Memphis, although we didn’t spend much time away from our truck due to concerns about theft. One destination we thoroughly enjoyed was the enormous Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid. Even if you’re not an avid outdoors person, it’s worth seeing simply because of its incredible size and unique setting.
One of the most memorable stops of the entire trip was Cleveland, Mississippi. We parked in the parking lot at Delta State University and spent quality time with Todd and, of course, Zoey.
The simple moments often become the most meaningful. Morning coffee chats in the parking lot quickly became a daily tradition, while afternoons filled with activities and adventures with “Zojo” created memories we’ll treasure forever. Sometimes it’s not the destination that makes a stop special—it’s the people.
For a few days, Tishomingo State Park became home. The park was absolutely stunning, with the first hints of fall color beginning to emerge across the landscape. The peaceful surroundings, beautiful hiking opportunities, and crystal-clear night skies made this one of the most relaxing portions of our trip. There is something magical about sitting outside an RV beneath a sky full of stars with no city lights to compete for attention. While staying in the area, we made a trip to Tuscumbia, Alabama, to visit the legendary Rattlesnake Saloon. Calling it unique would be an understatement. Built beneath a massive rock overhang, the saloon feels almost magical. The atmosphere alone makes the visit worthwhile. Adding to the experience was Aaron’s incredible pumpkin carving, which somehow made the entire stop feel even more memorable.
Eventually, reality caught up with us, and it was time to get “Big Phat V” worked on in Tishomingo, Mississippi.
What we expected to be a relatively quick repair turned into four days in the shop. Fortunately, the technicians took good care of us, even allowing us to stay inside the RV overnight while it sat in the service bay.
Evenings were spent watching the Yankees lose in the World Series before falling asleep inside the shop. It wasn’t exactly how we planned to spend those days, but life on the road teaches flexibility.
With repairs complete, it was finally time to begin the journey home. Our first planned stop was St. Louis. The intention was simple: stay two nights and continue west. Naturally, Mother Nature had other ideas. Aaron managed to find an amazing RV park right on the river, and suddenly our short stop became much more exciting. We attended a fantastic Lainey Wilson concert and unexpectedly found ourselves at a 3 Doors Down concert as well. After enduring a major storm, we eventually pointed the RV toward Oklahoma.
I had hoped to spend time exploring Oklahoma City, but severe weather and tornado activity convinced us otherwise. Instead, we continued to Fort Smith, Arkansas, where we found another excellent riverside RV spot. While there, we visited one of the most impressive museums we’ve encountered anywhere: the U.S. Marshals Museum. The exhibits brought the history of law enforcement in the American West to life and quickly became one of the highlights of the trip.
The original plan was to take our time getting home. However, once we were back on the road, both of us began feeling like we might be coming down with COVID. Suddenly, our leisurely return transformed into a mission: get home as quickly as possible. We stopped for a few nights in Durant, Oklahoma, allowing Aaron some much-needed rest before continuing. Once he felt strong enough to travel, we hit the road and began the final push home. Our final RV stop of the season was a KOA in Wilcox, Arizona.
After months of adventures, countless miles, unforgettable landscapes, incredible friendships, unexpected concerts, mechanical delays, cargo ships, waterfalls, mountains, and more than a few weather surprises, we finally arrived home.
The RV was parked away for the season.
And just like that, another chapter of road life came to an end.
There’s something about life on the road that just slows everything down—in the best way. The hum of the tires, the freedom to change plans, and the joy of discovering hidden gems along the way. Our latest RV trip took us on an unforgettable journey through the mountains, caverns, coastlines, and even through a hurricane, from Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia, all the way to St. Augustine, Florida.
Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia — Where History Meets the Hills
Our journey began at the scenic confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. Harper’s Ferry is one of those places where history hangs in the air—Civil War stories echo through the narrow streets, and the mountain views look like something out of a painting. We hiked to the overlook for one of the most breathtaking panoramas on the East Coast and wandered the old town, imagining what life was like a century ago.
Beckley, West Virginia — Down in the Coal Mines
Heading south, we stopped in Beckley to tour the Exhibition Coal Mine, an experience as humbling as it was fascinating. Riding the little mine cars deep underground, we got a sense of what daily life was like for miners, dark, damp, and demanding. The retired miners who lead the tours told their stories with heart and humor, bringing the past to life in a way that sticks with you long after you emerge back into daylight. A short drive from Beckley, the New River Gorge Bridge gave us a view we’ll never forget. Towering 876 feet above the New River, it’s one of the most photographed bridges in America. We watched the river cut through the ancient gorge below and stood in awe of the scale and strength of the steel arch stretching across the sky. It’s easy to understand why this part of West Virginia is called “Almost Heaven.”
Endless Caverns, Virginia — Underground Wonder
From mountain heights to underground beauty, our next stop was Endless Caverns in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. True to its name, the caverns seem to go on forever, filled with glittering stalactites and cathedral-like chambers. The quiet campground above was the perfect place to unwind—rolling hills, cool breezes, and campfires under a star-filled sky.
Asheville, North Carolina — Mountain Magic, Music, and Mansions
The drive into Asheville was breathtaking—misty ridges, fiery fall colors, and endless views. Asheville itself was full of charm: lively music, creative energy, and that easy mountain vibe.
We spent a day exploring The Biltmore Estate, and it truly exceeded every expectation. Built by George Vanderbilt in the 1890s, the mansion’s grand halls, ornate woodwork, and sweeping staircases make you feel like you’ve stepped into another era. We wandered the lush gardens designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, strolled through the rose beds, and admired the glass-roofed conservatory filled with tropical blooms.
That afternoon, we treated ourselves to a bit of mountain luxury at the Omni Grove Park Inn. The historic stone lodge sits high above the city, with enormous fireplaces, cozy chairs, and the best sunset view in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Watching the sky turn from gold to deep violet as the city lights twinkled below was pure peace.
Charleston, South Carolina — Grace, Gardens, and Grand Oaks
Leaving the mountains behind, we made our way to the low-country and the timeless beauty of Charleston. The pastel homes, cobblestone streets, and salty air from the harbor gave the city its unmistakable Southern charm.
Our first stop was Middleton Place, one of America’s oldest landscaped gardens. The sweeping terraces, reflecting ponds, and centuries-old oaks draped in Spanish moss were pure serenity. We wandered the camellia-lined paths, toured the historic home, and watched horses graze under the afternoon sun by the Ashley River—a glimpse of Charleston’s elegant past still alive today.
Next, we visited Angel Oak Park, home to the legendary Angel Oak Tree—a live oak believed to be more than 400 years old. Its sprawling branches twist and dip into the ground before arching skyward again, creating a canopy of shade and wonder. Standing beneath it felt like standing inside time itself.
A short drive from the city brought us to Wadmalaw Island and the Charleston Tea Garden, the only large-scale working tea plantation in North America. We toured the factory, learned how the leaves are harvested, and sipped sweet tea on the porch overlooking the endless green fields.
Before leaving Charleston, we couldn’t miss Fort Sumter, where the first shots of the Civil War were fired. The ferry ride across Charleston Harbor offered sweeping views of the city skyline and the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge, and walking through the old brick fort—still pockmarked by cannon fire—was both humbling and powerful. History feels very real there.
Hilton Head & Daufuskie Island, South Carolina — The Quiet Side of the Coast
From Charleston, we headed south to Hilton Head Island, a perfect mix of beaches, bike paths, and relaxed island life. We drove under moss-draped oaks, took a few laps around the lazy river, and soaked in the peaceful rhythm of what the resort had to offer.
A short ferry ride took us to Daufuskie Island, a secluded barrier island where time moves slower still. With no bridges to the mainland and only dirt roads winding between live oaks, Daufuskie feels untouched and deeply soulful. We visited local art studios, old churches, and stretches of quiet beach where the only sounds were the waves and the wind in the trees. It’s one of those rare places that feels both mysterious and comforting—part history, part heaven.
Georgia — Sweet Stops and Sea Islands
Crossing into Georgia, we continued along the coast toward another hidden treasure—Cumberland Island. Accessible only by ferry, it’s a wild, hauntingly beautiful island where nature reigns supreme. Wild horses roam the dunes, ancient live oaks form tunnels of green, and the ruins of the old Carnegie mansion whisper stories of another era. We hiked the sandy trails, found shade under the trees, and listened to the surf crash on the empty beaches. It felt like stepping into another world.
St. Augustine, Florida — Sunshine and Storms
Our final destination was St. Augustine, America’s oldest city. With its Spanish architecture, cobblestone streets, and salty breeze, it felt like the perfect finale to this leg of our trip. We explored the Castillo de San Marcos, wandered through the historic district, and watched the sunset from the sea wall.
Then came an unexpected twist—a hurricane on the horizon. RV life means rolling with whatever comes, and this was the ultimate test. We hunkered down with fellow travelers at the campground, as the wind howled through the night. The power went off around midnight, so Aaron headed out to get the generator fired up. By morning, the storm had passed, but the power would be out indefinitely so a change of plans was in store.
From the deep coal mines of Beckley to the soaring bridge at New River Gorge… from the grand halls of the Biltmore to the mountain sunsets of the Grove Park Inn… from Charleston’s stately gardens and oaks to the untamed beauty of Daufuskie and Cumberland Islands—this journey had it all. It reminded us that RV travel is about more than destinations. It’s about discovery, resilience, and the freedom to chase the horizon—wherever it leads. Every storm, every sunrise, and every mile carries its own kind of magic! Until next time….Smore On!
This leg of our journey took us winding through Michigan, Ohio, Vermont, New York, and Pennsylvania — each state with its own charm and surprises. After a short stint in Wisconsin, we rolled into Michigan, where the air was crisp and the scenery stunning. This was our first time exploring Michigan and the highlight was Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore, where the cliffs rise dramatically over the turquoise waters of Lake Superior. Kayakers looked like colorful specks beneath the towering formations, and every turn on the trail opened up to another postcard-worthy view. We were able to get a last minute sunset cruise that let us see the beauty up close and personal.
Mackinac Island was next, a timeless step back in history where bicycles and horse-drawn carriages rule the streets instead of cars. We explored the island’s scenic trails by renting a bicycle and cycling around the entire island, visited the iconic Grand Hotel, had an amazing lunch at Carriage House, watched them shoot off a canon at Fort Mackinac and watched the sunset paint the Straits of Mackinac in soft orange and pink hues. We loved the location of our rv spot, Mackinaw Mill Creek Camping, which was easy access to all things Mackinaw! We topped off our time there with a visit to the Historic Mill Creek Discovery Park which was very educational.
From there, we headed south to Frankenmuth, a Bavarian-style village that feels like a slice of Germany in the Midwest. We indulged in world-famous chicken dinner at the famous Zehnders, watched the clock tower at the Bavarian Inn, strolled through the quaint downtown shops, and soaked in the festive, small-town atmosphere. Aaron got us a last minute booking on the Cass River where we had wine tasting and chocolate. No complaints there. We stepped into the largest Christmas store…no scratch that, warehouse we have ever been to in our lives, the Bronner”s Christmas Wonderland, where the daily electrical bill runs around $1250/day. The highlight of this entire stay was my first sighting of fireflies out in the corn fields….ahhhhh, pure heaven.
Crossing into Ohio, we didn’t have too much time to drive through rolling farmlands and stop at small-town diners that reminded us how friendly and genuine people can be. What we did get to witness for the first time ever was a good old fashioned rv park brawl which led to the neighbors getting punted around 8:30 at night with a police escort. Luckily we were just spectators! I had a little surprise up my sleeve at this stop along the way. I wanted to explore the island of Put-in-Bay in Lake Erie, so we took a ferry over and rented some scooters and saw the sights.
Then came Vermont, where the winding roads and mountain views offered a peaceful contrast to the busier stretches of our route. Every bend seemed to reveal a covered bridge or charming village, and maple syrup stands were a tempting stop. We had one mission, and one mission only in Vermont, W H I S T L E P I G. Earlier in the summer after we left Mt. Rushmore and we talked about where to head next Aaron said how about Vermont, I said we aren’t driving that far east….well….a few months later…here we are and I am super glad we did. It was a beautiful drive and a memorable stop for Aaron and his bucket list. We had one of the best KOA campsites of all times…sadly it was just for one night only.
Next up was New York, and this leg of the trip felt electric. We hit upstate New York on our way to Vermont where we explored Letchworth State Park, which was absolutely stunning as well as explore Fort Stanwix National Monument.
We explored downtown NYC, taking in the energy that only the city can deliver — bright lights, endless motion, and an unbeatable mix of people from everywhere. We love our HOHO’s and this one was no average HOHO, I opted for both the day and night hop on hop off and it was incredible. The city skyscrapers at night made the skyline a magical vista. We made it to Central Park, a green oasis amid the skyscrapers, where we opted to rent a bicycle and make the romantic journey around the park. We caught both Mets and Yankees games, checking off a pair of baseball bucket-list moments. There’s something surreal about sitting in two legendary stadiums within the same trip, hearing the crowds roar under the summer sky. The biggest highlight was making it on TV in the background of the Today Show and shaking Al Roker’s hand, such a surreal experience. We called my parents and told them they better watch it when it viewed in Arizona, so they could capture the moment for us. Thanks mum and dad.
Our final stop was Pennsylvania, where we slowed the pace and visited Gettysburg. Standing on those hallowed grounds, surrounded by rolling hills and historic monuments, it was impossible not to feel the weight of the past. The stories of courage and sacrifice echoed through the fields, making it one of the most meaningful stops of the journey.
From the peaceful shores of Lake Superior to the bustling streets of New York City and the solemn fields of Gettysburg, this trip had a bit of everything — nature, history, food, fun, and reflection. Traveling by RV gave us the freedom to experience it all at our own pace, and every mile brought a new adventure, a new story, and a deeper appreciation for the beauty of America.
There’s nothing quite like summer on the open road — windows down, coffee in the cup holders, and our 5th wheel hitched up and ready for the next adventure. July was our month to wander to my ultimate destination point….Mt. Rushmore, and this month we took on six incredible states: Wyoming, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Minnesota, and Wisconsin.
Wyoming: Big Skies and Bigger Views
We left Colorado and headed north, kicking things off in Wyoming, where every horizon looks like a painting. From the geological wonder of Devils Tower to the endless grasslands, this state has a way of reminding you how small you are — in the best way. Mornings meant coffee outside the rig with mountain air in our lungs, and evenings were all about watching the sun dip behind the peaks.
Montana: Where the West Still Feels Wild
Crossing into Montana felt like stepping back in time. “Big Sky Country” didn’t disappoint — we drove through rolling hills, trout streams, and ghost towns that whispered stories of old miners and dreamers. Yellowstone was once again the showstopper, and we snagged a perfect site at Yellowstone’s Edge RV Park (with 5 Vilano’s) just in time to catch the last glimmer of a beautiful sunset on the mountains.
North Dakota: Quiet Beauty and Open Roads
North Dakota utterly captivated us. As we ventured into the enchanting Theodore Roosevelt National Park, we were greeted by majestic bison wandering through the rugged badlands, and the nights were so profoundly still that you could hear the whispers of your own thoughts. It felt like a dream, an almost meditative escape — just us, the brilliant stars overhead, and the gentle hum of generators from nearby RV parks. Medora was an extraordinary town, the perfect place to bask in the magic of an outdoor musical. A blend of rich history and delightful humor radiates with a bounty of Western spirit, creating an homage to country music, America itself, Theodore Roosevelt, and the wild heart of the Badlands against an awe-inspiring canvas. Among our most cherished campgrounds was Abraham Lincoln State Park in Bismarck — the oldest State Park in North Dakota — where we dove deep into the stories of the Mandan Native Americans who once called On-a-Slant Village home, exploring our reconstructed earthlodges with a sense of wonder.
South Dakota: Monuments and Memories
From there, we confidently cruised into South Dakota, where every mile was rich with history and Americana, creating an unforgettable tapestry of experiences. Mount Rushmore, with its breathtaking granite faces of four prominent presidents, Crazy Horse, a symbol of Native American heritage still under construction, and the distinctive charm of Deadwood, steeped in Old West lore, were all on our itinerary. We camped just down the road from Mount Rushmore at the outstanding local KOA, an impressive RV park, especially during the lively 4th of July celebrations that filled the air with excitement and patriotic fervor. We enjoyed the Spearfish 4th of July parade, where we spotted “Cappie” from the home renovation show Building Outside the Lines, mingling with the crowd and sharing laughs, and witnessed the iconic shootout in Deadwood while visiting the very bar where Wild Bill Hickok met his fate, standing in awe of the history that unfolded in that very spot. Our adventure continued at Mount Moriah Cemetery, the final resting place of Wild Bill, Calamity Jane, and other remarkable figures, where we took a moment to reflect on their lives and the wild stories that define this legendary region, immersing ourselves in the spirit of the frontier.
Minnesota: Lakes, Loons, and Lazy Evenings
Minnesota rolled out the welcome mat with its shiny lakes and balmy summer nights—what a charmer! We chose a cozy spot off the beaten path at a National Golf Resort in McGregor, Minnesota, thinking it would be the perfect place to kick back. Little did we know, it was also prime time for RV organization and some fun maintenance adventures. This is where our thrilling saga with electrical woes began. Spoiler alert: it was our electrical cord reel playing hide-and-seek, resulting in half of the camper going dark—talk about a camping horror story lol! After hours of detective work, Aaron finally nailed down the culprit, and we wrangled ourselves an appointment the next day at a “mobile repair facility,” which turned out to be a guy’s private residence with a driveway that seemed designed for hobbits. But hey, he worked his magic and patched us up well enough to keep the wheels rolling for a few months of fun—adventure awaits!
Wisconsin: Cheese Curds and Campfires
Our final stretch for July brought us to Wisconsin — where we didn’t get a chance to explore its true beauty. Between the rolling farmland, lakeside drives, and more cheese curds than we probably should’ve eaten, it was the coziest way to wrap up our month of July!
My parents have been rolling across the USA in their RV the past few summers, and they showed us how amazing it is to live life on the road. We’ve definitely lived life on the road for the past decade, but this time, we’d have the freedom to go wherever we wanted, when we wanted. We’d be the bosses of our own adventure!
Aaron asked me where I wanted to go for the summer, and the only place I could think of that I’ve always wanted to see was Mt. Rushmore. So, without any plans, we decided to tie up some loose ends and hit the road on June 8th. We had only one trip under our belt with our 5th wheel a year or so before, so we didn’t want to cram too much into the first day. We rolled out a bit later than expected and headed up the road to Payson, AZ, for our first night of what would turn out to be a 159-day road trip across America!
We had a bunch of new gadgets to test out and make sure we knew what we were doing for the rest of the summer. Aaron did an amazing job getting us all hooked up, and the first night set us up for great success the rest of the summer. After a great night’s sleep, we didn’t want to overdo it, so we headed to Heber, AZ, where we had the chance to sit out with our lawn chairs and enjoy a dreamy star-lit night after hitting up a local brewery. Another successful setup under our belt, and we both thought we could get used to this lifestyle pretty quickly! Our next stop was Gallup, New Mexico. We visited the El Rancho Hotel and and the Petrified Forest National Park. It was our first National Park, and we’re excited to explore more in the future. Dad, thanks for getting us an annual park pass – it’s the best gift ever! Aaron got himself a new mug for his morning coffee and an arrow from a local Native American selling them around the RV park. That’s a story for another time!
We hit the road again and headed to the colorful state of Colorado. Our first stop in Colorado was Bayfield, CO. We took a break, enjoyed the scenery, did some laundry, and relaxed with the Blackstone in full effect. We then drove to Silverton and Ouray (the Million Dollar Highway) and visited the Mesa Verde National Park. Colorado was such a beautiful state that we took advantage of it and the weather. We visited Pegosa Springs, Del Norte, Hooper, Cañon City, Colorado Springs, and ended our time off in Fort Collins, Colorado.
After a few weeks in the camper, we decided we weren’t done yet. We were loving the adventure, so we decided to tackle Mt. Rushmore or bust!
Some people dream of climbing mountains or running marathons. Me? My bucket list has always been a little more… baseball shaped. The goal: hit every single Major League Baseball stadium. Call it my version of going 30-for-30.
It all started back in Arizona, where spring training was practically in my backyard. Sunshine, cheap seats, rookies trying to make the roster—it was love at first pitch! Add in the fact that Aaron was once a bat boy for the Seattle Mariners (yes, he’s got dugout street cred), and my fate was sealed. Baseball wasn’t just a game, it was the game.
I’ve crossed the country chasing the crack of the bat, from the ivy at Wrigley to the Green Monster in Fenway. I’ve watched the sausage races in Milwaukee, taken in the skyline view from PNC Park in Pittsburgh, and marveled at San Francisco’s Oracle Park where home run balls splash into McCovey Cove. Each stadium has its quirks, its traditions, its die-hard fans who remind you that baseball is as much about community as it is about box scores.
Over the years, the ballparks piled up—and so did the stories. My very first MLB game was deep in the heart of Texas, where everything really is bigger, especially the stadium. I chased Tim Lincecum like a groupie, even following him down to Triple-A just to see him pitch. In Kansas City, I nearly took one for the team when Buster Posey’s bat came flying through the net—talk about chin music. At Wrigley, I couldn’t resist hollering “Rizz Dog!” at Anthony Rizzo like I’d been part of the Bleacher Bums my whole life.
And then there are the truly unforgettable moments—like standing in Yankee Stadium, hollering up to the one and only Judge… Mr. Aaron Judge. Or the time in Seattle when Aaron spotted me on the big screen—in the bathroom, no less—double-fisting a box of Cracker Jacks. Yep, nothing screams “America’s pastime” quite like snack food and poor timing.That’s baseball for you: sometimes you’re the MVP, sometimes you’re the blooper reel.
We recently rounded third and headed for home with the last two stadiums left: Yankee Stadium and Citi Field. The Bronx Bombers and the Amazin’ Mets. The House that Ruth Built and the rotunda that honors Jackie Robinson. Once we crossed those off, we went the distance—All 30 stadiums, every park, every anthem, every seventh-inning stretch, every hot dog (probably too many to count), and “Play ball!” echoing in my memory.
It’s been a journey as unpredictable and beautiful as the game itself. And while finishing the list might feel like the bottom of the ninth, I know the truth: for a fan, baseball is always extra innings. There’s always another game, always another story waiting to happen. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Here’s to many more extra innings! MLB Ballgame Bucket list complete!
If you’re a bourbon lover, there’s no place quite like Kentucky. We set out on a trip through Kentucky to visit some of the most popular bourbon distilleries along the famous Bourbon Trail, and what an adventure it turned out to be! From the moment we pulled into our first stop, we knew we were in for more than just a tasting tour—we were stepping into the heart of bourbon country.
Each distillery had its own story to tell. From the iconic heritage brands that have been perfecting their craft for generations, to the newer innovators putting a fresh spin on tradition, every distillery offered something unique. We walked through rickhouses filled with that sweet, unmistakable aroma of aging bourbon, learned the stories behind some of the oldest names in the business, and got a peek at the artistry that goes into every bottle. Our guides joked about the “angel’s share”—the bourbon that evaporates over time—and even let us knock on the barrels to hear the liquid sloshing inside. Standing beside those massive copper stills and learning about mash bills gave us a whole new respect for the craft.
And of course, the tastings were a highlight, well for one of us lol. Every distillery gave us something new to appreciate, whether it was smooth and mellow, or bold and spicy. First you taste the corn, then you taste the oak, and then you feel the hug!!! We found ourselves comparing notes, picking favorites, with hints of vanilla, cinnamon, caramel—every sip carried a little bit of Kentucky pride.
Beyond the bourbon, the trip itself was just as memorable. Driving through Kentucky’s gorgeous rolling hills, stopping in charming little towns, and meeting friendly folks along the way made the whole journey feel special. It wasn’t just about the drinks—it was about the experience, the atmosphere, and the memories we made together. By the end of the trip, we had a deeper love for bourbon—and some new favorites to add to Aarons shelf (or shelves) at home.
By the time we wrapped up our tour, we were tired, happy, and maybe carrying a few extra bottles home for “research.” If you’re ever looking for a mix of history, craftsmanship, and good old-fashioned fun, a bourbon tour through Kentucky should be at the top of your list. Cheers! 🥃
A few years ago Aaron and I were fortunate enough to acquire 20 acres about 25 minutes west of our home in Tonopah, Arizona. We needed a place for Aaron’s dad to call home for the winters and they don’t make any more dirt, so as far as an investment we didn’t think we could go wrong. The property was divided up into about 7 different parcels and on 2 of the 7 parcels were 2 structures that required demolition and major cleanup. Now when I say major cleanup, I mean a demolition crew that took about a week to fully get rid of all of the structures, trash, and debris. The property had 3 wells which all required re-drilling and had electrical to 1 of the larger parcels.
Aaron and I were gone for work the first year we owned it, so not much got done other than getting water and the electricity up and running for his old man. We had to get the septic cleaned up and back to code. We also fenced in about 12 acres of the property for his dogs and security. Once we finally had some time to be home and get serious about the actual aesthetics of the place, we put up a large shade structure that would accommodate his dad’s trailer, my parents 5th wheel, and our own 5th wheel. My dad and I worked tirelessly on adding extra shade on both sides which turned out exceptionally well. Way to go pa!
We bought a 40′ sea container to house all of our goodies. We then decided that we just needed to plant some trees and bushes to give the place a cozy feel and add a little color to the dry desert. Our first quote to install irrigation to the property and plant the plants was about 18K. Aaron and I about fell over. So after many quotes and not one of them sounding reasonable to either of us, we said “hey, we have watched enough DIY tv, let’s do it ourselves. How hard can it be!” Two back breaking weeks later and adding my father to the work roster, we planted 212 plants/trees, laid down 3,684 feet of pvc pipe, and added 4 watering stations to our irrigation system. We brought in about 10 loads of gravel/rock and kept my dad busy on the tractor for days.
I have a few more ideas for the ‘ranch,’ and I’ll share them with you hopefully in the fall. But for now…ranch life has been just another exciting adventure for all of us, and we love spending time outdoors.
Aaron and I consider ourselves worldly travelers. But in the next paragraph or so, you will read where we made some major oopsies and probably need to be downgraded to “most of the time” great travelers. The night before our departure, Aaron tried to check us in online, but there was an issue with his passport. I figured we would just go a little earlier in the morning and we would figure it out at the airport. Aaron had a sinking feeling as we knew his passport only had 2 more months until it expired. We started doing some research. Why didn’t we do this before we booked this destination? Well, that’s oopsie #1. French Polynesia requires 6 months before expiration on your passport to enter. I was confused why we would be allowed to buy our tickets, entering our passport information, and not be able to travel so I wasn’t worried—Aaron was!
After a sleepless night, Aaron decided to call the US Embassy (located in Fiji) that was in charge of French Polynesia. As it turns out, Aaron was right! If you don’t have 6 months on your passport, you are not allowed to enter. We pled our case, told them our situation, why we were working in Australia, and killed her with kindness. She said she would see what she could do and would call us back. After maybe 45 minutes, she told us to email this Chris guy Aaron’s passport, our itinerary, and our tickets, and he would handle it. We thought we just hit the jackpot and saved about 8k in lost vacation bookings! We got ourselves ready and headed to the airport, awaiting the document letter from Chris. After 2 hours of waiting, our only option was to try and call this Chris guy. He ironically picked up the phone and he thought we were traveling the next day. Aaron said, no, we literally leave in 4 hours. So with no time to spare and about 25 minutes before they closed check-in, we miraculously got the letter and headed to board. We were so relieved and excited! We couldn’t believe what just happened and that we pulled off the inevitable—well, Aaron did!
After Aaron surprised me with a first-class upgrade, we headed for Auckland. I was still on cloud nine that this vacation was going to happen. We would have a short 1-hour transfer in Auckland and then off to paradise. We landed in Auckland on time, but we noticed there was a lot of rain. We had to run to catch our next flight, but got there when it was boarding and went to our seats. Once we got settled in, we noticed the rain was really coming down. After almost an hour delay on the plane, Aaron started looking at outgoing flights and noticed many had turned around. Departure was set for 6:40 pm and at 10:30 pm the captain came online and said there would be no flights leaving Auckland as the airport was flooded. It was a complete shit show; they told us to get off the plane and find a place to sleep inside the airport as everyone was locked in for the night. We went up to the Air New Zealand lounge and got settled in for the night.
To make a long story short, the airport was shut down for 3 days, we lost Aaron’s AirPods and Bose headphones on the airplane, barely could find hotels in Auckland as the flooding impacted everyone, and after day 2, Aaron luckily went ahead and found us a flight or we would probably still be there today waiting on a rebook. We canceled a few of our reservations and everyone was willing to work with us, which was amazing. Once we finally arrived in Papeete (at 1:30 am), we realized we were a whole day off and one day early for everything—you know, that thing called time change—oh yeah! Nonetheless, we finally made it; we had 8 days in paradise and we can laugh about it all now!
After a day in Papeete, we jetted off to Bora Bora, one of my bucket list places to visit. We had to take the ferry over to Moorea as our flight left from there…we were playing catch up with some of our previous bookings before the Auckland setback. The flight from Moorea was 45 minutes, and we had to wait for a quick weather storm to pass at the airport before we could land. Once we landed, you can see why this place is absolute paradise. From the luxury overwater bungalow resorts to the colorful turquoise crystal clear waters below…the natural beauty of the island just set the mood. Our 3-day stay consisted of renting scooters which took us around the island and in full view of Otemanu, stopping along the way in the major settlement of Vaitape, snorkeling with black tip sharks and stingrays, eating the most amazing seafood, attending a Polynesian luau, and much-needed relaxation…in paradise!
It was hard to imagine another utopia such as Bora Bora, but Moorea proved to be just that. The island was definitely more laid back and much more reasonable than our previous stop, without giving up its surreal scenery. We had to take the ferry back over (which by now we were pros). Once we arrived, we couldn’t check in for about 5 hours, so we figured since we were also professionals at renting scooters, we better get going. So after dropping our luggage off at the hotel, we rode around the entire island (50 miles), zipped up to the Belvedere lookout giving us panoramic views of the island’s peaks, stopped by Opunohu Bay, and traveled through Cooks Bay, whilst stopping at yet another incredible lunch spot overlooking the ocean. The overwater bungalow had the best snorkeling out of all the places we went, so every day I went out for a few hours…it was absolutely breathtaking and I saw different fish every time…truly one of the most amazing things I have witnessed. We had a few Mai Tais for our buddy Nancy Pants and just enjoyed being in true paradise. Life is good and we are humbly blessed!
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