South Texas, Big Bend, and the Rio Grande; or the Time a Javelina Stole Becka’s Flip Flops.

Snake count 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 (three rattlesnakes, but luckily we saw the big ones from the car and the little one was fast asleep in the sun) Yep, that’s right, a Javelina stole my flip flops. That’s best-case scenario. Otherwise it was a coyote, or worse, a creepy desert person. Dan and I stayed just outside Big… Continue reading South Texas, Big Bend, and the Rio Grande; or the Time a Javelina Stole Becka’s Flip Flops.

In Which Becka Thinks She Hears the Tailypo

We left New Bern this morning after spending several lovely, relaxing days with Dan’s family, finishing up with a short drive to Kinston, NC for lunch at Boiler Room (best burger I’ve had in ages) and a quick side trip to Mother Earth Brewing (holy solar panels!). We arrived at Congaree National Park slightly before dusk, so we decided… Continue reading In Which Becka Thinks She Hears the Tailypo