Deep in the Heart of Texas

The road was calling and we needed to chase some sunshine, so we headed for the Texas Hill Country.  Our destination was Inks Lake State Park in Burnet.  When we arrived at the camp, we learned that Texas State Parks require daily pass fees in addition to camping fees, along with extra vehicle fees for each motorcycle.  Had we known about the extra fees before we arrived, we might have found a different campground.  While these added fees aren’t much individually, they greatly increase the cost of camping in a Texas State Park.  In fact, the fees doubled the nightly rate of our campsite.  Oh well.  We kept this lesson in mind when we planned our next stop in Texas.

Inks Lake, notice the squiggly trees

In spite of the fees, Inks Lake was a great spot to camp.  During the days, we explored the surrounding countryside, sometimes on our motorcycles and sometimes in the truck. 

Lake Buchanan

We rode around Lake Buchanan and to the nearby Longhorn Cavern State Park.  In the 1930’s, the Civilian Conservation Corps developed this park, crafting unique limestone buildings and structures over the cave’s entrance.  We just missed the last cave tour of the day but we enjoyed exploring the grounds.   

Longhorn Cavern
Sometimes we explored on foot. There was great hiking at Inks Lake.

When we were riding, we did a double take as a castle rose above the scrubby Texas countryside.  Castle Falkenstein, as we learned later, was built by a local Burnet businessman and his wife following a trip to Germany. The castle is available for weddings and special events and for nightly rentals through Airbnb.    

We took the truck to Fredericksburg as we planned to stay for the Christmas lighting ceremony in Marktplatz (Market Square) which occurs every night during the Christmas season.  The star of the show is a 26 foot tall German Christmas pyramid that features carved wooden figures illustrating the story of Jesus Christ’s birth.  The pyramid is a nod to Fredericksburg’s German heritage.  In addition to the Christmas pyramid, Fredericksburg’s German roots are evident in the many German restaurants, breweries, and wineries that dot the city’s main street.  

As music played, the pyramid’s levels turned.
More Marktplatz lights

Fleet Admiral Chester W. Nimitz, a native of Fredericksburg, commanded the Pacific Fleet in World War II.  The town wanted to honor its noble son with a museum of his military accomplishments but he refused the offer.  He later agreed to a museum that honored all of the servicemen and women in the Pacific War.  Thus the National Museum of the Pacific War came to be in Fredericksburg.  Unfortunately, we were in town on the one day of the week the museum is closed, Tuesday.   

Fleet Admiral Nimitz

Many of the little towns near Inks Lake have lovely Christmas light displays.  We visited Llano and Marble Falls.  It was refreshing to walk through the twinkling lights and not be freezing cold.  We also appreciated that the lights presented the true meaning of Christmas along with the whimsical Santa, reindeer, and elves.  

The Christmas lights were religious and patriotic, sometimes in a juxtaposition that made us smile.
After living in Texas in the mid 90’s, we know Texas pride is unique and often displayed, even in Christmas lights.

After Inks Lake, we moved northeast to Lofers Bend on Whitney Lake.  Lofers Bend is an Army Corps of Engineers campground so we did not have any extra fees this time.  Abundant deer roamed the campground.  We saw them several times throughout our stay and our presence did not faze them, although they startled us a few times.  

We saw the deer at all times of the day.
One evening we counted 10 deer grazing near the shoreline.

Waco is not far from Whitney Lake so we headed there to see the sights.  We visited the Waco Mammoth National Monument.  In 1978, wooly mammoth bones were found at the site.  Since then, several fossils have been uncovered including multiple mammoths, a mammoth nursery, a dwarf antelope, an alligator, a giant tortoise, a saber-toothed tiger tooth, and a camel.  Scientists believe these animals died in a flood or a series of floods.  Hmm, perhaps they died in a world-wide flood?  We found it interesting that a camel was discovered along with the now extinct creatures.  

While some fossils have been removed, many others are still embedded where they were discovered.

We also visited the Dr. Pepper museum.  Originally, the soda was sold as a health drink.  “For health-energy and fun-in one”, Dr. Pepper was prescribed three times a day: at 10:00 am, 2:00 pm, and 4:00 pm.  That seemed like a lot of soda to us!  

The original Dr. Pepper facility

Can one visit Waco without stopping at Magnolia, Chip and Joanna Gaines’s shopping mecca?  To be honest, we spent about 15 minutes there and that was enough.  The turf lawn in front of the repurposed silos was dotted with families and Jo want-to-be’s.  The few items we looked at in the crowded shops were, wait for it, made in China.  We are sure there were better quality American-made items available but we didn’t stick around long enough to discover them.  

The Silos

We did discover a small family owned shop a few blocks from Magnolia.  Iron Willow specializes in metal art and signs.  The dad and son cut the projects; the mother and daughter paint the items.  We were happy to find some Christmas gifts at this unique small business.

In addition to some delicious Guess Family Barbecue, we tried some pho at Clay Pot.  Since the day was chilly, the flavorful, warm soup was a satisfying lunch. 

We left Texas and headed to Kansas.  On our way, we stopped in Fort Worth to eat our favorite fried chicken at Gus’s World Famous Fried Chicken.  On our travels, we have eaten at Gus’s in Memphis, St. Louis, Southaven, MS, and (our favorite location) Kansas City, KS.  As they say at Gus’s, “If you haven’t eaten at Gus’s, you haven’t eaten fried chicken.”  

Check out the day’s special!

At the time, we didn’t realize this would be our last camping adventure for a while.  We have continued to travel sporadically but that’s for the next blog post.  We praise God for the opportunity we had to travel and experience our nation in ways we never imagined.  Everywhere we went, we found interesting people, historic sights, and beautiful scenery.  For now, we are still Chasing Sonshine but in a less nomadic way!  

A beautiful Kansas sunset

Lesson Learned:  Research can be valuable.  Had we read more, we would have known about the extra state park fees.  We could have traveled to Fredericksburg on a different day in order to visit the National Museum of the Pacific War.  Now we will have to return someday!

We continued to marvel at the local trees…
…and the varied terrain.
Deep in the Heart of Texas

Lowcountry Highlights and the End of the Line

From Georgia, we headed northeast into South Carolina.  After a brief stop for lunch on Jekyll Island, we reached Colleton State Park in Walterboro, SC, our address for the week.  Colleton State Park is just an hour from Charleston, Beaufort, and Savannah, making it convenient for exploring the area.  

Jekyll Island shore line

Our Bible study friends recommended stopping in Beaufort and we were glad they did.  This little city is filled with picturesque homes and Civil War history.  We stopped by the Reconstruction Era National Park.  There we learned about Robert Smalls, a heroic figure who overcame his circumstances. 

The amazing Robert Smalls. Why hadn’t we heard of him before now?

Robert was born a slave to the McKee family who lived at 511 Prince Street in Beaufort.  By the time he was 13, he was working aboard boats in the Charleston Harbor.  When the Civil War started, Robert piloted the CSS Planter steamboat for the Confederate government.  One night in May, 1862, the captain and the crew of the Planter went ashore, leaving the ship in the hands of the slaves.  Robert seized the moment.  He piloted the ship through Charleston Harbor past Fort Sumter and Fort Moultrie, picked up his family and friends, and sailed to the Union blockade.  Under the white flag of surrender, he gave the ship to the Union fleet.  Robert’s bravery and skill gained the freedom of every slave aboard the ship.  Impressed by his daring feat and knowledge of the waterways, the Union made Robert a captain in the US Navy.  After the Civil War, Robert fought for racial equality and against segregation. He served in numerous public offices, including the US House of Representatives.  In the ultimate twist, Robert used the prize money he received for capturing the Planter to purchase the McKee house at 511 Prince Street where he and his mother had been born into slavery.  When Mrs. McKee’s health failed, Robert welcomed her to stay with the Smalls family in her former home. Robert Smalls truly was a great man.  A memorial quote at Tabernacle Baptist Church (where he attended and is buried) reads, “My race needs no special defense for the past history of them in this country proves them to be the equal of any people anywhere.  All they need is an equal chance in the battle of life.”  His words are powerful and relevant for today.

Born here as a slave, Robert Smalls died here as the master.

One unanticipated delight of our travels has been the variety of trees we have seen.  In Beaufort, the moss draped trees and lush gardens nearly outshone the well-maintained homes. 

How many generations of children have climbed their stately boughs that swoop low to kiss the ground? 

More magnificent trees stand as sentries guarding Beaufort National Cemetery where both Union and Confederate soldiers lie beneath their spreading shade. 

Near Charleston at the Old Sheldon Church ruins, weathered tree roots eerily snake under and around the ancient gravestones.  These trees have witnessed history and they will stand long after our generation is gone.

Sheldon Church held its first service in 1757. British troops burned it in 1779 but it was rebuilt in 1825 from the original walls. In 1865, Gen. Sherman burned it on his March to the Sea. The ruins remain.
Ghostly tendrils of tree roots escape the ground.

In Charleston, we explored stately neighborhoods, historic structures and locations, and sampled delicious southern cuisine.  We visited the graves of two signers of the Constitution, Charles Cotesworth Pinckney and John Rutledge. 

In Charleston, sidewalk facing front doors open onto porches and interior courtyards.

We went to Fort Moultrie but it was closed due to Covid. The Seminole Indian Chief, Oceola, died at the fort in 1838 while imprisoned for leading his warriors in skirmishes against the troops seeking the forced removal of Oceola’s people. 

We took a ferry to Fort Sumter which is on an island in Charleston Harbor.  There we saw original cannons, Civil War shelling damage, and slave-made bricks with little finger marks in them.     

Fort Sumter
Original cannons at Fort Sumter.

Slave labor and slave-made bricks built Drayton Hall, an unrestored plantation outside of  Charleston.  The home was built in 1738 and survived the Revolutionary War and the Civil War.

Ponds now fill the depressions where clay was dug to make the bricks to build the home.

After the Civil War, the Drayton family went to Texas so they rented the plantation to a phosphate mining company.  Several former slaves remained on the estate to work in the phosphate industry and to care for the plantation. These caretakers were proud of what their ancestors had built and accomplished in spite of their enslavement.

The interior of the mansion has been preserved but not restored.

In South Carolina, we tried many Lowcountry foods. 

Their peach cider was worth the stop. It tasted just like fresh peach juice. 

Although boiled peanuts seem to be a local favorite, we were not fans of the mushy legumes. 

Cajun spiced boiled peanuts.

Shrimp and grits was a creamy comfort food.  Our favorite dishes included she-crab soup and stuffed hushpuppies.

She-crab soup.
A giant hushpuppy filled with creamy crab, lobster, and shrimp bisque. Delicious!

While we were in Charleston, some land popped up for sale near Holt, Missouri.  After looking at the photos, we thought it might fit our land wishes.  We set up a FaceTime call with the listing agent.  On our way back to camp from touring Drayton Hall, we sat on a curb in a CVS parking lot while it sprinkled and had a video tour of the land.  We liked what we saw so we sent our son and daughter-in-law to the property to get their thoughts.  They affirmed our positive impression of the land so we submitted an offer.  The seller needed to research some details before deciding about our offer so we left South Carolina without knowing the seller’s decision.  Since we were in limbo, we decided to wind our way back toward Kansas City just in case the seller accepted our offer. We took comfort in the knowledge that God would provide property for us in His time, whether or not this was the land for us.  That’s one lesson we have been learning.  God provides what we need, just when we need it!      

Road to Drayton Hall. Perfect day for a motorcycle ride!
Our time in South Carolina marked the End of the Line for our eastern travels.

Splish Splash

We celebrated our birthdays in Arkansas.  Our trailer needed a few final tweaks so we left it with the friendly folks at Mid-America RV in Carthage, MO and continued on our way to Hot Springs.  Since we were without our ‘home’, we splurged on a hotel and enjoyed the luxury of a king-size bed.    

Hot Springs is a fun town to explore. The main attraction is Hot Springs National Park which is on the city’s main street.  Historic bathhouses line Central Avenue with the Grand Promenade behind the bathhouses at the base of the mountain.  From the Grand Promenade, numerous hiking trails offer opportunities to explore the mountainside.

Hot Springs National Park headquarters
The Grand Promenade

Because of Covid, only two bathhouses were open, the Buckstaff and the Quapaw.  We enjoyed a relaxing soak in the healing mineral waters at the Quapaw.  Both bathhouses use water collected by the National Park System from the mountain’s natural thermal springs.  Each day, over 700,000 gallons of water flow from the springs.  When the water emerges from the earth, it is a scalding 147 degrees.  The mineral water is cooled for use in the bathhouses.  

This former bathhouse now houses the only brewery in a national park. They make root beer and beer with the mineral water.

In addition to the baths, thermal spring fountains are available for drinking the water.  We didn’t realize this until we watched a local resident fill about 20 jugs to take home.  We followed her lead and filled our drinking cooler with the water.  The water did not have a mineral taste and we enjoyed drinking it.  

From the Grand Promenade, we hiked the Peak Trail to Hot Springs Mountain Tower.  While the trail was short, just 1/2 a mile each way, the 12% grade made it seem longer.  When we got to the tower, we decided to continue our workout and used the stairs up the 216 foot tower.  The views of the city and the surrounding mountains were worth our efforts. 

Peak Trail
Hot Springs Mountain Tower. Stairs or elevator?

In addition to the national park, we explored the Garvan Woodland Gardens.   The landscaped gardens cover 210 acres and include numerous waterfalls, bridges, trees, and flowers. 

Several unique structures exist in the garden including the Anthony Chapel, The Anthony Family Trust Carillon, The Bob and Sunny Evans Tree House, and the Garvan Pavilion.  

Anthony Chapel
The Anthony Family Trust Carillon
The Bob and Sunny Evans Tree House
Inside the treehouse
The Garvan Pavilion’s glass oculus

Lake Ouachita offers hiking as well.  We did a section of the Caddo Bend Trail and encountered a fuzzy arachnid along the way.   

Beautiful view of Lake Ouachita from the Caddo Bend Trail
EEKS! He would have filled the palm of Bill’s hand.

After relaxing in Hot Springs, we headed south to Dallas, TX to help our daughter and son-in-law move from there to the northwest Arkansas area.  Kyle’s family helped clean their apartment and load the truck.  Our son and daughter-in-law and Cy’s sister and nephew came to help unload the truck.  Everyone’s assistance was greatly appreciated! 

Upon leaving the Arkansas kids’ house, we picked up the trailer and drove to Kansas City.  We spent the week at Smithville Lake.  When the weekend arrived, we dropped the trailer at a friend’s home and went to Kansas to spend the weekend with our parents.  

Fully deployed at Smithville Lake

On the way to our parents, we planned a second look at some property outside of Manhattan, KS.  When we were about 30 minutes from Manhattan, Bill opened his email to discover two properties of interest had popped up near Smithville.  Since land has been selling so quickly, we detoured back to Smithville.  Once we looked at the land, we decided it wasn’t for us so we headed west again.  This time, we made a flying trip, hoping to see the sun set over the land.  We were about 10 minutes past sunset.  When the coyotes started howling, we ended our brief visit.  The property has a stark beauty and we really like it; however, it has some usage restrictions that give us pause.  Because of that, we continue to monitor the real estate listings in the KC Northland and in Manhattan.  At some point, we know God will lead us to the property He has in store for us.              

Kansas sunsets are hard to beat!

Lesson Learned:  Until you experience something, you don’t know what you’ve missed.

The Road to Kaintuck

Since our last update, we have been to Kansas, to Kentucky, to Illinois, to Kansas City, to Arkansas, to Texas, back to Arkansas, back to Kansas City, back to Kansas, to Oklahoma, back to Arkansas, back to Kansas City, back to Arkansas, to Louisiana, to Mississippi, and now we are in Florida.  No wonder we are tired!  

First, to Kansas.  We traveled to our hometown to see our parents and to enjoy a family picnic celebrating the safe return of Cy’s cousin from a tour of duty in the Middle East with the Kansas National Guard.  We are grateful for family members and friends who sacrificially serve (and served) our nation and our communities.  As we approach this coming election, we pray that the sacrifices made for our country’s freedom in the past won’t be lost at the ballot box.  

From Kansas to Kentucky:  As one of the first cold spells of fall moved into the Plains States, the weather forecast was warm for Kentucky.  We camped at Big Bone Lick State Historic Site near Covington, KY.  Big Bone Lick was the site where early explorers found elephant bones in 1739.  In 1807, William Clark spent three weeks there on an archeological dig for President Jefferson.  Now, the park has a bison herd and several hiking trails.  While we hiked a little, we did more touring on our motorcycles of scenic backroads.  Since we were in Kentucky, we decided it would be a good time to visit the Ark Encounter and the Creation Museum.  The Ark Encounter is a monumental place and worth visiting.  The true-to-Biblical-dimensions ark demonstrates scientifically how Noah, his family, and all of the animals could live on the ark with enough food and water for the duration of the flood.  The engineering of this replica ark is impressive.  The Gospel was presented clearly, reminding visitors that just as in the days of Noah, so it will be when Jesus returns.  Jesus repeatedly says, “If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.”  We pray people are hearing the good news of Jesus and responding with humble hearts.  The Creation Museum was impressive too.  The days of creation and the fall of man were depicted in life size dioramas.  We even got to attend a session with Ken Ham, the founder of Answers in Genesis, which is the organization behind the museums.

Pretty roads
The massive Ark Encounter
The interior of the ark.

After Big Bone Lick, we moved camp southeast to Fort Boonesborough State Park.  Daniel Boone and his men established this fort in 1775 as Kentucky’s second settlement.  The fort has been recreated so we spent a rainy Sunday afternoon there.  We met a gunsmith who makes flintlock guns by hand with the same tools used in early America.  Impressive!  We also chatted with the blacksmith who fled corporate America to learn blacksmithing and eventually wants to become the fort’s gunsmith.  While we chatted, he fashioned an iron hook that he kindly gifted to us.  We use his kind gift in the trailer to hang our rain jackets.    

Using his handmade rifles, the gunsmith harvested all the animal pelts in his workshop.
After the stress of corporate life caused health issues, the blacksmith found joy in handcrafting metal works.

While in the area, we discovered Ale-8-One soda crafted in Winchester, had a great meal at Carson’s Food & Drink in Lexington, and hiked up to the Natural Bridge and down into Devil’s Gulch.  As we traveled to our next destination, we stopped by Buffalo Trace Distillery.  All the tours were full but we enjoyed seeing the historic buildings.  As we walked the grounds, the scent in the air changed from raw wet grains to the syrupy sweetness of bourbon.

This delicious dinner was a lovely treat!
Natural Bridge
This narrow passage led to stairs that let hikers go on top of the Natural Bridge.
Steep staircase into Devil’s Gulch
Always strive for excellence.

Kentucky to Illinois: We camped at Gun Creek on Rend Lake.  This peaceful campground was a great stopover on our way back to Kansas City.  We stayed a couple days and rode the flat, straight roads of southern Illinois.  

Placid Rend Lake

We went back to Kansas City for some appointments and to continue our land search.  Smithville Lake has become our favorite place to stay when in the area.  The weather turned chilly while we were there so we made a necessary purchase: a heated mattress pad.  Having warmth soak through our chilled bones at the end of the day is lovely.  Even if the air in the trailer is chilly, we are toasty in our snuggly bed.  Although we continue to watch the real estate market and have looked at several properties, we have yet to find what we are seeking.  We trust that God will provide land for us in His timing.  Until then, we are Chasing Sonshine.    

To be continued.  Hopefully soon.  Who knew our camp life would be so busy!

Lesson Learned:  We need to blog more often.

We’re Going To Be Friends

As we began our travels, we expected to meet new, interesting people.  We have met several wonderful couples who shared their stories with us.  Each couple was kind and welcoming.  Roy and Kathy told us about the dream vacation they took with their children and grandchildren only to have it end with regrettable unresolved family strife.  Reggie and Jean recounted God’s faithfulness in providing a principled buyer for their successful farm equipment business.  Dianna and Dave offered travel tips they have amassed over their 10+ years of RV’ing.  Brittney and her husband recommended local restaurants and activities, after their niece and son entertained us with their enthusiastic dance-off competition.  However, one person we met in Arkansas had a tremendous impact on us.  

When we arrived at a mostly empty campground outside of Rogers, AR on a hot afternoon, we noticed a lone man camping nearby.  His campsite consisted of a tent and a cooler, nothing else.  Typically campers have a vehicle but this man did not.  As we set up camp, the man paced his campsite.  Then he started walking up the hill toward us and turned around abruptly and returned to his site.  He did this multiple times.  Unsure of his behavior, we became a little nervous and concerned.  Finally he walked all the way to our site.  He asked the best question he could have asked to disarm us.  “Do you have a cold bottle of water?”  His question brought to mind the words of Jesus about giving a little one a cup of cold water.  The man had a lonesomeness about him, with his tattoos and well-worn clothes, and looked like someone in need of water, living water.  We explained that we didn’t have any bottles of water, but we had a cooler full of ice water if he had a bottle to fill.  He said he had a cup, so he returned to his site to get it.  After filling his cup, he drank it immediately.  We refilled his cup and he drank it all again, exclaiming “that is the best tasting water I have ever had!”  

As we talked with him, we discovered that he was stressed about several things.  Due to the pandemic, his family (including his wife, four kids, and three dogs) had lost their housing.  He said his kids were safe and had started school that week.  His wife was with her brother, but he had not heard from her all day.  His phone screen was broken so he could not make outgoing calls but he could receive calls.  He borrowed Bill’s phone to call his wife but her phone went immediately to a full voicemail box. In addition, his boss had not called him to work that day.  His job, which he was extremely excited about and enjoyed tremendously, was with a company that contracts with the Corps of Engineers to clear trees from the boundaries of Corps’ property.  He told us he carries a chain saw in one hand and a weed whacker in the other and gets paid $15 per hour.  He clearly loved his job and was willing to work hard.  

As we talked further, we introduced ourselves and learned that his name was Caleb and that he was just 29 years old.  Cy asked him if he knew Jesus.  Caleb said that yes, he did.  He had attended church weekly with his father when he was young; however, his dad had died 12 years ago, and Caleb quit going to church.  We chatted more and eventually asked him if we could pray for him and his family.  He said we could pray.  After praying, Caleb went back to his camp site.  Later that night, he returned to talk again and he told us his boss had called him and he was getting to work the next day.  Needless to say, his spirits were lifted and ours were too.  

The next day we did not see Caleb until the late afternoon.  Bill asked him how his day had been.  His response was, “it was awesome.”  His boss had paid for two more nights at the campground, bought him some food, and promised to pick him up for work again the next day.  

After work the next day, Caleb was in even better spirits.  He had experienced another good day at work and was encouraged further by his boss.  He still had not heard from his wife, but he had gotten a call saying his van was repaired and ready for him to pick up in Springfield, MO.  He was confident a coworker would take him to get the van.  As we continued talking, Caleb revealed that he had done something the night before that he had not done for a long time.  He had prayed.  Caleb praised God for hearing his prayers and we did too.  We encouraged  Caleb to make Jesus his King every day, to continue praying, and to find a nurturing church to attend to strengthen his growing faith.  We also gave him a pocket New Testament.  He told us that he had never learned to read very well due to ADHD.  We told him that it was okay to just read a little bit each day.  Later that night he stopped by and said that he had read four sentences and that was all he could do.  We told him that was a good start and encouraged him to keep at it.  

Caleb was disappointed that we were leaving the next day.  He said he had been lonely before we arrived and that it meant a lot to him just to have someone to talk to at the end of the day.    We told him we enjoyed meeting him and that we would be praying for him.

We landed at that Arkansas campground to see our daughter and her husband when they were in Rogers. Even if we hadn’t been seeing them, we believe we were meant to be at that campground just to meet Caleb.  Meeting him changed our perspective on people.  We learned not to judge people too quickly, based on their behavior, appearance, or circumstances.  Each person is precious and has a unique story to tell.  God wanted us to share the gospel with Caleb and encourage him in his faith.  In return, Caleb encouraged us with his brightened countenance and hard-fought endurance in tough circumstances.  And it all started with a cup of cold water.

Lesson Learned: We are praising God for Jesus, the living water, who saves sinners like us and uses us for His glory.  

While in Arkansas, we enjoyed the twisty back roads and beautiful scenery.
We rode the Pig Trail (Arkansas 23) with Cy’s sister and her son.
Bill’s friend, Gary Grasshopper
Gus, the gas station attendant, checked Cy’s tires. This cute little guy appeared to live inside the fuel pump.
We crossed two narrow, wooden plank bridges: one at War Eagle Mill and one over Beaver Lake. Not Cy’s favorite thing to do!
The bridge over Beaver Lake
We went to The Momentary, a new museum in Bentonville, with Kaidyn and Kyle.
A few weeks earlier, we had been at The Momentary with Kolton and Karson.

Our House

When we tell people that we sold our house and are traveling, we often hear, “I’m jealous!”  Well, the reality of living in a 60 square foot travel trailer isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.  The truck and trailer get messy.  Belongings become cluttered.  Things get muddy.  Bugs are constant companions.  High humidity and pollen are impossible to escape.  Campground bathrooms and showers range in cleanliness from a Mr. Clean commercial sparkling clean to an old convenience store ‘pee-key required’ dirty.  Frustration happens. However, in spite of these inconveniences, we are enjoying our life on the road.  While we could return to the KC area and rent an apartment anytime, we aren’t ready to quit yet.  We feel God’s peace that we are supposed to be on this journey.  We aren’t sure yet what He is teaching us or how He is using us to impact others, but we know He has set this season in motion.  So until we find land and start the home building process, we are, for the most part, happily Chasing Sonshine. 

Lesson Learned: One of our past daily Bible readings included this passage: You shall not build a house; you shall not sow seed; you shall not plant or have a vineyard; but you shall live in tents all your days, that you may live many days in the land where you sojourn. Jeremiah 35:7. HMM….Are we being led into exile and an extended time of wandering??!!!! In the meantime, we will wait upon the Lord!

A foggy day at Smithville Lake, Smithville, MO.
The Batwing awning by Rhino-Rack on a sunny day at Honey Creek State Park, IA.
The master bedroom. Our sleeping space is smaller than a full size bed but bigger than a twin bed. An Ikea twin duvet fits perfectly.
Our master closet. When we travel, these clothes tubs are in the truck’s backseat.
Our medicine & first aid cabinet, linen closet, ‘junk drawer’, and kitchen & dining essentials.
Our pantry and personal storage, along with an emergency toilet.
Slide out kitchen with a two burner stove and an electric cooler. The electric kettle has been essential. Besides making coffee and tea, we use the kettle to heat water for washing our hands and the dishes.
The tailgate is our dish washing station. We keep the large cooler filled with ice-cold drinking water.
Bill’s office on the veranda.
Fully loaded and ready to travel.
It’s not too big, but it’s enough!

Poison Ivy

In order to build a house, we need land.  We would prefer to find land in the Kansas City Northland, anywhere from Kearney to Weston, so we can continue to attend our church, Liberty Christian Fellowship.  Our real estate agent set up a MLS listing notification for us.  Now  we receive all the new land listings in the Northland. 

While we were in Iowa, land that we were familiar with near Kearney popped up on MLS.  Since we always thought that property would make a great building site, we made a quick dash from our campsite in Iowa to Kearney.  As we were driving, we spoke with our agent.  Unfortunately the land we initially liked was no longer available but other tracts in the same section were listed as well.  We decided to continue our impromptu trip to Kearney and met the listing agent at the property.  While the land was priced right and in a great location, we ultimately ruled it out because the view included large power lines.  So the search continues. We know God will provide the right property for us in His perfect timing.

In the meantime, we have looked at two listings near Smithville, another one around Kearney, and one in Kansas City.  None of them have been quite what we envision for our home.  In our search, we have driven many miles and walked a lot of acres.  For our efforts, all Bill received was a sweet case of poison ivy.  

Lesson Learned: Jeans, boots, and bug spray keep legs happy.

A call to the doctor and a trip to the pharmacy took care of this mis-adventure. He’s all better now!