☕ A Slow Start with Coffee and a Cat
Good morning from the Mississippi coast!
The light here is soft. The air is kinda still. Penny is now perched on the dashboard, her paws dangling over the edge like a seasoned road tripper. And I’m sitting here with my first cup of coffee, journal in hand, not in any hurry to write. Just listening, watching, and slowly taking it all in.
When I started this journey, I bought a travel journal with the intent to write an entry every morning. Sometimes it’s just a sentence. Other times, it turns into a full reflection. Today, it’s more of a mood: gratitude, quiet, and the sense that I’m exactly where I need to be.
📋 All the Videos I Haven’t Made
I had big plans for this segment thru Florida, Mississippi and Alabama.
There were going to be campground reviews. Photography challenges. “Sounds of Travel” style B-roll experiments. A time-lapse of Penny every hour. I even brainstormed with ChatGPT for 20+ video concepts in case it rained the entire week.
Spoiler alert: not a single drop.
And you know what? I’m not mad about it. I’ve just been living the experience … cooking outside, cleaning up, navigating small-space life with a cat, and enjoying the slower pace. Every mundane thing feels a bit more meaningful out here. Making eggs feels like a ritual. Doing the dishes is peaceful. I’m not chasing content. I’m living in it.
🛒 Walmart Runs and Small-Town Dreams
I did make it to Walmart … twice.
Picked up a small propane grill. And a small charcoal grill. Because why not? I’m now armed for any outdoor cooking situation that might arise.
I also had one simple mission: find a refrigerator magnet from Alabama. It’s the only thing I’m collecting from every state. Not mugs. Not shirts. Just magnets. But no luck. Three stores, no magnet. I may have to settle for Amazon again.
On the way to try my luck in Fairhope, Alabama. It’s a small town I wrote about on my blog last year. I drove the RV through streets lined with pastel buildings and lazy water views. I couldn’t stop long (parking’s tough with a Class C), but it was worth the detour. It’s a perfect little town that still feels like a hidden gem.
🌊 Biloxi Bay Campground: My Favorite Stay So Far
I’m currently parked at Biloxi Bay RV Resort & Marina, and I can honestly say, it’s my favorite spot yet.
My site is right on the water. The sun sets over the bridge to Biloxi, and the moon rises just behind the trees. Last night, I cooked dinner, watched the light fade to gold, and later caught a full moon climbing into a cloudless sky. I tried to photograph it. We’ll see how those shots came out.
Penny sat on the dash, completely mesmerized by the view. She’s gotten so used to this way of life. She watches people walk by. She tracks golf carts. She chills under the pillows and then reappears for sunset. Honestly, she’s living her best travel cat life.
🧼 Laundry, Golf Carts, and the Joy of Small Things
This campground has everything, clean laundry rooms, a lazy river, even a karaoke night I stumbled into by accident.
I rented a golf cart (finally figured out the pass I bought didn’t include the cart—lesson learned). Drove around the loops. Talked to some fellow campers. Watched kids fish off the pier. It’s quiet and relaxed here. I could’ve stayed longer.
Doing laundry felt like an adventure. Breakfast was bacon, eggs, and whatever was left in the fridge. And yes, I did run out of propane mid-cook. Always have a spare tank. That’s a new note on my mental checklist.
🧠 Rethinking RV Life
As I sit and reflect—again—I’m starting to rethink my setup.
A Class C has advantages: I can pull over and make a sandwich or pet the cat without leaving the vehicle. But once I’m set up at a campground, it’s a lot of work to break everything down just to run to the store or explore a small town.
I’m beginning to understand why almost 90% of the rigs I’ve seen lately are fifth wheels or trailers. If I had a ¾ ton pickup and a small fifth wheel, I could unhitch and go explore while Penny naps. It’s tempting. I’m not ready to switch just yet, but I’m paying attention.
🌅 Ending the Day with Golden Light
Last night ended with me walking the campground, talking to new neighbors, and watching that big golden moon climb into the sky again.
The food truck was open. Karaoke echoed from the bar. Penny sat in the window, keeping watch over the world. It was one of those evenings I didn’t want to end.
There are a million things I could be doing … filming, editing, photographing, publishing … but for now, I’m just living the story. And that’s enough.
