Years ago when my children, Michael and Amber were quite young we three would pile ourselves and our camping gear into the old Rambler station wagon and head for the Pocono Mountains.
When my dad would hear of our weekend adventures he’d say You’re a regular Gadabout Gaddis. All these years I just thought it was a name he made up.
Just today I read about a guy in the 1950s who had a television show about his camping and fishing adventures. It was called “Going Places With Gadabout Gaddis.” At the time his name became synonymous with freedom.
I like to think my dad was a visionary. Especially considering my present lifestyle.
On a recent day off from my work camper job at Caspar Beach RV Park I decided to wander the fringes of the nearby town of Fort Bragg. To be a true Gadabout Gaddis!
There’s a place at the northern end of the town that sparked my interest. Along the road beside a mailbox stand two dinosaurs made of old shovel blades and other metal miscellany. I decided to explore further. So I parked my car, got out and took some photos.
With that I turned around to get in my car and discovered a business existed there called the Garden Art Center. So I went in and here’s what I found.
I had a grand time exploring all these funky and wonderful treasures.
Since that day, I have come to realize that freedom is finding joy in all the simple things; the gifts laid before us to discover.