After a night in the Elk Prairie Campground and the Tall Trees Trail, I moved on further north via the Drury Scenic Parkway to Jedediah Smith State Park. This was one of my favorite experiences, parking alongside the Smith River beneath massive redwoods. I had walls of green with leaves touching the rig on all three sides. Good thing I had a rally in Oregon to go to, or the Winnie might be covered in moss by now. 😉 Continue reading
I leave Redding via Highway 299, and oh, my, what a ride! It is a gorgeous highway that mostly follows the Trinity River through a heavily wooded canyon, but what an exhausting drive! One hundred forty miles of ups and downs, and an excellent opportunity to check the status of the Tracker, as I can practically see it out the window on the continuous sharp turns! Continue reading
Since I had to come into town to finish up my taxes, I figured I may as well explore the other side of Tucson. Two different Park Rangers at Saguaro National Park (West,) as well as my friend Lynne suggested I split my time in Tucson between Gilbert Ray and Catalina State Park to the north, since both areas were so vastly different in scenery, ambiance, and accessibility to “infrastructure.” So I hitched up the Winnie and reluctantly pulled out of Gilbert Ray, saying goodbye to my statuesque, silent saguaro friends, vowing, “I’LL BE BAAACK!!!” Continue reading
I have been feeling a bit “ordinary” lately. After being on the road full time for over a year, I can honestly say this is the first time that I have felt somewhat unsettled in my conviction to this lifestyle. I have even had a couple of those little pangs of “ugh, is this nomadic lifestyle too much for me while trying to hold down a full time job? And if I can’t get up the nerve to quit the job, well then….” Continue reading
Never in my brief nomadic life have I experienced wind like I did at Hueco Tanks State Park. Relentless, constant, wearing, psychologically taxing wind, all day and throughout the night. I was in a gorgeous campsite, but there was no sense in trying to sit outside the rig. The first day, I took my Caesar salad out to dine “al fresco,” but my romaine lettuce was taking flight faster than I could eat it. Continue reading
It’s off to work I go…
I have just finished up two straight weeks of blissful vacation, where I rambled and roamed to my hearts content. I visited three National Parks, found ten things to love about Big Bend, climbed the highest mountain in Texas, and discovered pitfalls in the Bat Cave. I had so much fun on this vacation, yet I spent less money than any vacation ever. Continue reading
After spending my longest stretch ever with no hookups, including three national parks, a couple of Walmarts, and a road side rest area, I am really ready to get back to “the pole.” Continue reading
It was cold and dark in the trailer park when Lynne and I hitched up and rode on out of ole San Antone, bound for West Texas. Daylight Savings Time had ridden in as we were riding out. No debate here, if you are a 9 to 5’er, you understand why DST is a good thing!
It was 369 miles to our next destination, so we would be driving most of the day. Continue reading
I am woefully behind on the blog. I am just now getting around to posting about Thanksgiving Day, when it is less than a week before Christmas. But if I skip past Thanksgiving, then next year, I won’t be able to remember where I was this year. Continue reading
Just about a dozen miles west of the Little Rock city limits is Pinnacle Mountain State Park, named for the cone-shaped rock structure that juts up 1,000 feet from the river valley below. Continue reading