Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Summer in the south is dark, murky waters and dancing sunlight. The afternoon air heavy with humidity that energizes the storms building in the distance... bringing with them revitalizing rains and refreshing breezes.
It is the smell of cut grass in the morning, the heat of the mid-day sun on the back of your neck, and the sound of cicadas at night.
Summer in the south is atmosphere... and it is as fleeting as a river, rushing past in a hurry to get to the sea.
The essence of the open road is a mystique... of places unseen and a journey that is never finished. It is a line on a map that unfolds in front your eyes as a new reality... as memories in real time. That is the call of what is over the horizon or around the next curve.
And sometimes we find answers at the stops along the way.