As we sit here at Coneross Campground and listen to the rain fall, we have time to relax and think about all the things that are important to us. Traveling has been the best thing for us at this point in our life. As adults we get into a routine and miss the things that mean the most to us. We forget what roses smell like, the smell of fresh air, the kiss of our spouse, or the simple smile of child.
Somewhere between being born and death we lost what it means to live. I have worked so hard all my life to have the best that money can buy, but I am here to tell you. I had it all and always
wanted more. Somewhere down the line after I got back from the war my mind and the way I think changed. I don’t care what the Jones have, mine works just fine.