Bill Coleman
Bio
Hello! I am a traveler, outdoorsman, and writer.
Stories (32/0)
Ono Island, Alabama: Exclusive and Secluded
Tourists often pass by the Ono Island Bridge just off Perdido Beach Boulevard and wonder what is on the other side. That bridge is the only way a vehicle can get on the island, and it has a guard on duty 24 hours a day. Unless you buy a home or you are a guest of an owner, you are not likely to find out first-hand without an escort. If you are thinking about buying property on the island, a real estate salesperson can get you on the island in a hurry. Bring money. The median price of a home on the island has been estimated at more than one million.
By Bill Coleman3 years ago in Wander
Our Valentine's Weekend
This was our first COVID-era Valentine’s Day. Since Valentine’s Day was on a Sunday and was cold and wet outside, we made it a Valentine’s Weekend. It is normal for us to spend a lot of time together, but since COVID introduced itself we have been together even more, so much so that we could not buy each other cards separately. We were both trying to think of a way to get to a store without it being obvious to each other. Kathy finally said, “I have to go to CVS.
By Bill Coleman3 years ago in Humans
Firewood: It's Not Always Easy
Regardless of your feelings about COVID, the last year has been tumultuous for the world. Kathy and I have for the most part avoided COVID fatigue. We have always spent a lot of time in the woods, but we are doing that differently now. Pre-COVID, we would walk, walk, walk. Recently, my doctor asked me how much exercise I get in a typical week, and I told him I work in the yard, go fishing, and walk about thirty to thirty-five miles a week in mountainous terrain. He told me I was his top patient for exercise. When I got home, I told Kathy. She was proud of me-- and herself because she is right there with me.
By Bill Coleman3 years ago in Humans
Our Camping Trip That Didn't Happen
Kathy and I began talking about beach trips and how nice it would be to have a tan before the first one. Since the next day was going to be warm and sunny, I said, “I’ll go to Publix in the morning and get some fried chicken. We’ll take the dogs to the top of the mountain where the sun shines most of the day, and we will begin working on our beach tans.” It sounded good to Kathy, so the next day was set.
By Bill Coleman3 years ago in Wander
My Dog Story
I grew up with outside dogs. Humans were happy in our home, and I thought dogs were just as happy outside. Frisky, our last family dog, slept under the deck and ate the same food we did. When I walked the roads and trails, Frisky was at my feet, going to the same places I went. I would push our boat into the water to go fishing, and if he were not already in the boat with me, he would almost always spot me in the water as the boat was leaving the bank. It seemed like part of the fun for him to jump from the pier to the boat, sometimes four or five feet. At the end of one jump, I had a broken fishing rod.
By Bill Coleman3 years ago in Petlife