Flies gathered in the car at the beach and just wouldn’t leave when we opened the window. They either died in the car or finally left hundreds of miles from home.

Vultures were circling over a chicken processing plant. Either they know something about the plant that the operators don’t know, or they know where the garbage is located.

The wild horses at Assateague State Park strolled through our campsite at sunset, delaying our dinner. They also surrounded our tent at sunrise, preventing me from leaving the tent.

It was strange to be back inside a restaurant, sitting down eating like it was no big deal, as if we hadn’t avoided restaurants for the past 14 months. It has been

I have always wondered how the outdoor game cornhole got its name. We left our new set outside overnight and the squirrels chewed into one of the bags. I discovered, as did the