From the start, the Cortez has maintained a fan base but that unfortunately was not enough to keep it going. Here’s all you need to know about this special vintage motorhome . . .
Author: L
Finally, we are telling our big secret and hope you aren’t letdown: We’re excited to announce the purchase of our first home, a rare 1965 Clark Cortez.
Both halves of my first dose of Ocrevus, my new MS infusion medication, are finished. Here’s more about that . . .
At the waterfall, we let the hours slip by as we followed the flowing water down the mountain. Hopping over the rocks, we smiled and laughed, challenging each other to stone skipping contests in this little piece of forest we had to ourselves . . .
It was a frigid winter day when we hiked to one of Shenandoah National Park’s most famous waterfalls, White Oak Canyon.
We made my first multiple sclerosis infusion be a celebration of sorts and once it was done, I realized there is power in positivity.
Every time I wear my backpacking boots, I gush over how much I love them. Wanna find a great pair for yourself? Here’s one I fully stand behind!
This hike made me feel calm, gleeful, and child-like — giggling with Andrew as the wind gusts pushed against us and as we squeezed inside tiny crevices of gigantic boulders. This is love amplified in countless forms.
And this is Richmond, our Richmond — a big little city (as residents say), one that boasts of its river so much the area is nicknamed “The River City.” Here’s more on our walk along the floodwall . . .
On to a decision, on to Disease-Modifying Treatment Number Three: Ocrevus, an infusion medication.
It felt a mighty battle between gods for light and darkness. Deep grey clouds suffocated the sun and loomed over the blue valley while the sun struggled to pierce through in broken patches of light.
This is our home. This is where we feel most comfortable — where the sun and moon shine together and where colors are at their prime. This is where the world stands still but also blurs by and we grasp — keep trying to grasp — that moment where we, too, can freeze in time.
Here, the white boulders were streamed with hints of pastels — yellows, oranges, and pinks — as we watched the sun set until it faded behind the Blue Ridge Mountains.
This hike is packed full of so much rain that my camera refused to work and fog so thick it became mesmerizing. But in all of that rain and fog: The most amazing Virginia waterfall and sheer cliff drop we have yet to see.