Morning Jagger
It’s 5:30 AM, I’m sound asleep when Jagger barks and growls warning me of eminent danger. It’s unusual to hear Jagger bark. When he does I pay attention. I too hear something outside…
Retired, traveling with my Sidekick Jagger, pursuing the life of a "Retired Vagabond" and blogging about my adventures along the way.
It’s 5:30 AM, I’m sound asleep when Jagger barks and growls warning me of eminent danger. It’s unusual to hear Jagger bark. When he does I pay attention. I too hear something outside…
Last week Jagger and I Returned to my Daughters’ property in Mesa, Az, from our extended California trip. We came back for another visit with family and more maintenance work […]
The next morning we head down to the Marina for breakfast, but after getting there, we discover they weren’t open yet. Aiden and I reviewed the menu and he decided on my french toast…
At one stop, Jagger attracted the attention of a man and his wife traveling in an “A” Class motorhome. He admired the markings of Jagger and told me a very sad story about his “Aussie”.
Jagger and I left the shade at Doheny Beach parking lot and headed South towards San Clemente. Eventually we arrive safely at San Mateo State Park, located just outside Camp Pendleton Marine Base.
On waking the morning following the rain, Jagger and I immediately go outside to check my solar panel…
So on the third day the Park Ranger knocks on my door…
It seems as if we are only at our O’Neill Camp for a heartbeat and it’s time to move again. Something I told myself I would stop doing was moving so much, but being here in Orange County the “budget model” of traveling required some of that. As a result of some of my appointments, it required me to extend my stay here in OC. Now a difficult scheduling job was compounded.
No sooner did we arrive and we had places to go and people to see, not to mention the doctor, dentist, tax accountant and optometrist. It was going to be a jam packed stay here in the OC, much different than most of my camps and I am looking forward to it.
Packing up The evening before leaving Buckskin Mountain State Park, Jagger and I started packing up for our final leg west to California. I knew it would be a full travel […]
A quick trip to Parker and Havasu, Az to explore the sites and visit friends…
One of the neighbors hens got into my daughters pasture a few days ago. No one is sure how and it couldn’t return home. The rooster would visit at the fence and seem concerned, but apparently unable to encourage her to come home…