Author Archives: Bob Kelly

RV, Travel, Friends and Observations on Love.

I’ve been traveling since December, just before New Years 2021, with the intention to recreate as much of a magical 2020 as I could. Last year, there were a number of great rallies scheduled for people who have the same type of RV as I do. It was my goal to be at them all. In the attempt, I visited twenty five states and traveled about 22,000 miles. I started in January, and by the time everyone was sitting up in March and actually taking notice of Covid, I’d attended the first three rallies;  Quartzsite, AZ, in January, Paso Robles, CA in February, and Tallahassee, FL in March. Everything came to a shuddering halt in March. Thereafter, all the rallies were canceled. Continue reading

Sandhills, Bison, Pelicans and History

I woke up at 6:00 AM with great intentions to do some writing. It had rained for the majority of the night, so the earth of the group campsite we were occupying was the consistency of lard. Sticky, greasy, nasty. I was looking for a place to set up and write, as the picnic bench was very unsuitable, when the guy from the next campground, John, walked over. He’s in between consulting gigs. He decided to take some time off between consultations. The last gig was a very successful consulting job, and he decided that he needed to take a look at the world before the next one. It was a great wandering conversation, filled with stories about each of our lives. Told with respect, illuminating, no braggadocio, snippets of achievements we were proud of in an effort to describe our individual lives. Suffice it to say, that after reaching an agreement, I would trust him with everything I own. A spiritual man, possibly religious, but nothing on his sleeve, everything in his actions. Continue reading

Iowa after Three Days and 1,100 miles.

I planned on having a couple of days to prepare for five weeks of travel with my two nieces, Shannon and Megan, my brother Brian’s girls, after I returned from a trip to Canada by myself.  There was a family party scheduled for the weekend between my arrival home and my departure, and more importantly, my daughter, Betsy, and my two grandchildren came up to see me and attend the party. Grandchildren are a powerful attractant for a grandfather. Everything seems to be dropped and put off. I did, and I’m not sorry. Both my grandkids are at a perfect age, and I hope that they will always be a perfect age. They change, as a state of being. I suppose I’ll have to change, so they remain the perfect age. I’m up for it. Continue reading