We woke up on Saturday outside of Columbus, GA, at a Boondockers Welcome location in Fortson. They had a great set-up with parking spot on their extended driveway by a utility shed. The host walked down to see me and brought an extension cord that I could use since the shed was a bit further than my cords would reach. We even had a nice chat. I woke up to Arthur sharing my pillow because I was late with breakfast.
Saturday was our longest drive from Fortson to Livingston Lakeside RV Resort in Louisiana – just to the east of Baton Rogue. I’d never driven across southern LA before, and it was a lot different drive than what I expected. It was amazing to drive over the waterways and see the people driving their boats and living as they normally do. Those little slices of life really make the 400+ mile journey meaningful. The RV resort was very sunny and a bit warm, but it was peaceful and safe, so well worth the side-eye looks I got. I’m guessing they don’t see a lot of Asian ladies camping with their cat in these parts. 🍫
On Sunday, we left for the last leg of our 1000 mile journey into Houston, TX. We stopped at a not-so-busy Buc-ee’s outside of Houston to fill up and head to the Laurel Springs RV Resort in the Kingwood area of Houston. As of 2023, Houston is the fourth largest metropolitan area, trailing New York City, Los Angeles, and Chicago, but I was still surprised at the sheer size when we first arrived. It has all the things other large cities have – major highway systems, every store imaginable, many, many neighborhoods and areas. Our spot was in the northeast corner of the region and in a quiet alcove near Spring Creek.
When we arrived on Sunday, the office wasn’t open, so I had a bit of a scramble to find the email with our spot location. We easily parked and got set-up for the next two months. I wanted to winter in TX to try to escape some of the more extreme temperatures, but when we arrived in November, it was warm and humid.
Arthur was really happy in Houston. With all the driving we’d done, he deserved the rest – we all did. We did quite a bit while we were in Houston. More on that next time!
Another co-worker lives near Gainesville, so we had a chance to grab dinner at Pig Tales on the shores of Lake Lanier after I did a bunch of laundry and some grocery shopping. Dinner was fun, and it was great to meet my co-worker’s wife and talk about books and teaching and about how they met. They dropped me off at the RV and got to meet Arthur and see Estella in all her glory, and my co-worker’s wife described Arthur as a sweet little pumpkin – a keen observation.
The following weekend, I got up early on Saturday to stop at Danny’s Donuts for an apple fritter and then run down to Atlanta again and visit the Carter Presidential Museum and Library. There was a farmer’s market in the park near the museum, so the area was busy, but the museum was quiet. To this point in my travels, the Carter museum was one of my favorites.
There was a beautiful courtyard at the entrance of the museum, and there were a lot of unique gifts and displays.
For lunch, I met up with another co-worker and his girlfriend at Food Terminal, and they brought me delicious baked goods from a local Asian bakery. The restaurant had delivery robots and unique food, and we had an engaging conversation. I followed up that delightful lunch with a massage, a stop at a Trader Joe’s that had an actual parking lot, more laundry, and picked up another Amazon package at the Piggly Wiggly that was kinda in the middle of nowhere.
I returned the rental car on Saturday night and spent Sunday morning getting ready to hit the road. Our next stop was the Myrtle Beach Hideaway RV Park. The drive to SC was uneventful, but I did see a dog in the back of a pickup truck, going 70 mph down the highway. The dog was having a great time – just never seen that before, but I also haven’t spent a lot of time in the south either….
The end of July took us to the Pittsburgh area to visit to some family. We had a nice lunch out, a wander around the mall, and some fun time with the grand puppy.
After our layover outside Pittsburgh, we headed further north to Evans City to stay at a peaceful Boondockers Welcome host. I had managed to wrench my back at some point on our way to PA, so I was wearing, what I like to call, my championship belt – which actually is a back support brace. 🍫🍫 I was moving pretty slow, so it was nice to be at a stop where I didn’t have to do too much to hook up to power and then just settle in. The host was very friendly, and we had a great chat one of the three evenings I stayed there.
Our next drive took us into Potter County – a place that holds a lot of memories for me. It was a beautiful route into the Galeton area. We stopped for groceries and set up at Crooked Creek Campground, which was on the banks of the Pine River. We had some rain, but it was beautiful and peaceful.
There were a couple of nice nights where I could take a little walk. Arthur slept well while we were there, but he seems to sleep well everywhere…. The creek was idyllically calm.
We stayed for a week, and then we were off to our next stop – New York State.
On our way out of Pennsylvania, we made a stop at the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon. It’s not as impressive as the Grand Canyon, but it has fond memories for me, and it was good to see it one more time.
(I’ve been on a break from blogging as we finished up 2024 with a lot of travel and some rest. Hope to keep a more regular schedule in the New Year.)
So long Illinois! After a month in IL, Arthur, Estella, and I were ready to make our move further east into Michigan. Our first stop was outside of Holland. We stayed at the Ottawa County Fairgrounds, which was very, very empty, but we did have some squirrel friends that kept Arthur entertained. RV camping at fairgrounds around the country has been hit or miss. This was kinda a miss. 🍫 Certain stays make you grateful for newer bathroom facilities and the safety of just having other campers around – this was one of them. We felt safe the whole time we were there, but it was definitely not the best fairgrounds for a week-long stay.
A lovely part of our location was its proximity to Lake Michigan. A co-worker who lives in the area drove over for dinner one night with her family. We had dinner at The Curragh in downtown Holland, which was a great Irish meal. We also ventured over to Kilwins for dessert. It was so lovely to hang out with their family as we drove around and took a trip out to the lake before they dropped me off. I had forgotten how fun conversation can be with two young boys!
On the Fourth of July, I walked to Holland State Park. For this part of our trip I went without a rental car, and my legs felt it. It was about 3.5 miles each way to the park, but it wasn’t too warm, and I made some stops along the mostly shaded walk and mostly overcast day. The park was packed! There were also numerous boats going through the channel and a lot of people taking in the lake and some beach time. The traffic into the park was unreal. I definitely beat many, many cars on foot.
I also made a pitstop at the Ottawa Beach General Store , which was very busy, but they had everything from ice cream to souvenirs to wine and beer. I picked up some post cards and a magnet and walked a little further down the sidewalk for a snack at Reservoir. I ended up having a Pina Colada, some broccolini, and garlic bread, but it was just want I needed to make it the last 2.5 miles back to the RV.
We spent the rest of the week just working and relaxing during our downtime. (Arthur demonstrating how relaxed he felt.)
A fun surprise greeted us when I started up Estella to head over to our next location. We had the dreaded you-only-have-so-many-starts-til-the-engine-goes-into-limp-mode message that Mercedes kindly provides when something is wrong. 🍫🍫🍫 We’d seen the message before when we were short on DEF fluid, but then it cleared when I put more fluid in. This time, I knew we were good on DEF, so no bueno.
I had already planned to check out of our campsite and drive up to the Hackley & Hume Historic Site in Muskegon, and since we still had 16 starts to go, we made the trip up.
Stay tuned…Did we make it to the next campsite without going into limp mode? Was the Hackley & Hume Historic Site cool? Did Arthur ever manage to catch any fish on the iPad?
In early May, we drove from Kansas City to South Dakota. When we got to Sioux Falls, I had to stop for Godfather’s Pizza for a mini taco pizza (no onions). It was worth traversing the road construction and turning around in a random parking lot instead of the U-turn my navigation app suggested. It did cause me to be a little past my planned check-in time, so I called the RV park I was staying to let them know I’d be late. The owner answered and said she totally understood the need for some Godfather’s Pizza; I knew she would be a kindred spirit.
The drive from Kansas City was a windy one, but not as bad as our travel through Kansas. We didn’t detour into Nebraska at all, but – just knowing that tornados had torn through that part of the country – made the drive heavier than some that we’ve done. We have been blessed to be spared anything more than wind and hail and snow on our journey, and my heart hurt for them.
When we arrived at Dakota Sunsets outside of Salem, SD, we had one of the best check-in experiences we’ve ever had. The owner, the same gal who answered the phone, was a delight. She was curious about our trip and instantly helped me feel at ease and wish that we were staying longer than one night. She also gave us chocolate chip cookies! *swoon*
They had some rain earlier in the week, so there were sites that weren’t habitable, but our spot was dry and cozy and, as promised – a beautiful sunset.
The next morning after a glorious, quarter-powered shower, we drove the rest of the way to Mitchell where we met up with my friends’ parents for warm conversation and a good breakfast at Blarney’s. There is a comfort – after being alone for so long – to spend quality time with people who know you and share a meal and conversation with you. It was hard to leave, but we were on our way back to Minnesota, which has a draw of its own.
The rest of our day was uneventful, which was welcome. We arrived on the farm in the middle of the afternoon and were able to get set-up and enjoy the quiet of the farm.
Arthur enjoying the fresh farm breezes and the possibility of a new, little bird friend.
Annie, my parents new puppy, was very curious about Estella and Arthur, but Arthur was not at all curious about Annie.
I stayed overnight in Washington and Idaho on my way to Montana. The first night, I stayed in Kennewick, which was an easy drive from Portland. It was another really nice Boondockers Welcome stay. It was Easter weekend, so no one was around. The weather was sunny and a bit windy, but it was a very easy stay with electric hook-up and water. I would love to stay there again when I get back to Washington.
The next day, I picked up I-90, which is a road that I am very familiar with. I grew up in a town just south of I-90 in Minnesota, so it was a little piece of home, knowing that was on the western part of a road that I know so well. I was in awe of the topography of this stretch of I-90. The most lovely area was near Sprague Lake. We overnighted at Tamarack RV Park, which had an easy check-in process since it was still Easter, and the office was closed.
My plan was to get on the road and in Missoula on Monday. I didn’t have a chance really look around Coeur D’Alene, but the RV park was great – beautiful mature pines and spacious spots for my B class. I made a stop at St. Regis Gift Shop for fuel and for some postcards. I also discovered Huckleberry soda, which was absolutely delightful. This bag sums up Montana for me:
My pictures will never due Montana the justice that it deserves. Steinbeck had it spot on. “I am in love with Montana. With other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.”
The drive to Missoula was uneventful, and Jim & Mary’s RV Park – where I was calling home for the next two weeks was perfect. They gave me a great spot on the end of a row, and it was spacious and easy to hook-up with a beautiful tree. I wasn’t sure if I’d have water or not because their website said limited water until mid-April due to the possibility of overnight freezing. Luckily, we had water!! I’ll say it again for anyone who will listen – life with running water is amazing.
On Tuesday, I took my rental car over to a salon to get a much-needed hair touch-up. Unfortunately, my stylist was pre-occupied and after waiting a half hour, I had to reschedule for another day with a different stylist. During my wait, I also realized I had entered Taco John’s land again. I do love Taco John’s tacos, cheese sauce, and potato oles. I grabbed some TJ’s and headed over to my co-worker’s home. We ate tacos, laughed, talked about prom with her daughter, and caught up – a great second day in Missoula!
On Friday, I headed out to Highlander Beer with my co-worker and a couple of her friends. There was a singer at the brewery, and they had pizza! I had a cider and enjoyed the ease of a conversation with girlfriends. How I have missed these kinds of evenings!
On Saturday, we ventured to Glacier National Park after enjoying some deliciousness from The Breakfast Club in Missoula – biscuits and gravy for me!! We were plagued with fog, but we did have a great drive up and back along Flathead Lake. We made our way back and stopped at Flathead Lake Brewing Company for a snack.
On Sunday, we hit up the Bitterroot Valley and stopped at the Big Hole Battlefield for some learning. It is a tragic story, but it’s important to remember. I’m writing this on Memorial Day, and all the lost lives to protect this country is somehow more moving after seeing so much more of this country. The sacrifices that so many have made on both sides of the weapons – if only we could do more with words and less with violence. The battlefield hosts an annual gathering to honor the Nez Peace ancestors.
My co-worker also took me to the Patagonia Outlet – a delightful way to end the day. Of course, we found some bargains, and then we ate at Dairy Queen on the other side of town.
Arthur loved Montana, too. He had some great sleep while we were there.
It’s not your imagination; I’ve been neglecting the blog. Since leaving Arizona, I’ve been enjoying shorter stints at different locations. It never feels like there’s enough time to sit down and do some blogging, but here I am – in Idaho and reflecting on the last six weeks.
I’ve been lucky enough to visit a lot of different places in California before – San Diego, LA, San Francisco, and Sonoma – so I wanted to stay somewhere I’d never been before. I threw a dart of over-analyzation at it and came up with Morro Bay – just northwest of Santa Barbara and San Luis Obispo. Unfortunately, California is getting an unseasonal amount of rain, and I didn’t have a rental car, so we hung out solely in Morro Bay for two weeks.
We stayed at a great RV park – Cypress Morro Bay – that was only about two blocks from the bay. It’s a smaller park, so Estella was a perfect fit. We were sandwiched between a group of folks who have been camping there during the winter months for a number of years. They were so welcoming and kind, so it was a really comfortable. The bathrooms were delightfully clean and empty every time I used them.
Without a rental car, I got a chance to take some great walks. The picture above is from a stroll around the bay after a lovely lunch at House of Juju on the Embarcadaro. The main town part of Morro Bay was nice as well – very walkable. There were some opportunities that I missed out on – like a farmer’s market and a gathering with the other folks in the RV park – but I think I just needed the solo time.
I did have an adventure totting 2.5 gallons of DEF a half a mile from the O’Reilly Auto Parts store. In hindsight, which really is 20/20, I probably should’ve just gotten a Lyft ride back to the RV park, but this was character building and sweaty. 🍫
And that was kinda it in south central California. On March 1, we took started our drive north through the rest of California. It was really amazing to see the state from the road. We took the 101 all the way into Oregon. Along the way, we stayed at a county fairgrounds in Cloverdale and a great RV park in Northern California overlooking the Klamath River. It rained..a lot, which seems to be the story of California this time.
The upside from the rain were the number of rainbows we saw along the way. I lost count at 5, and they were all perfect in their own way.
We also drove through the Presidio, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, wound our way through Sausalito, were dwarfed by the majestic redwoods, and saw the power coastal waves. It really was a remarkable journey, perched in Estella’s driver’s seat. Arthur did well in his hideout during the drive, and I am grateful to have his love and support – even if it’s because I give him treats, food, and water.
Our time in Arizona has come to an end already. Hard to believe how quickly the month flew by. The combination of having a work trip and making the most of my time with the rental car helped expedite our visit, so it’s time to say goodbye to the Grand Canyon State and head out to find our fortunes in the Eureka state.
The road from Camp Verde to Twentynine Palms, California, was not for the faint of heart. We took off around 10AM local time, and we traveled about 2.5 hours when Arthur really started to struggle. In hindsight, I think it was the frequency of the DIPs on the route. State route 72 and Aqueduct Road seemed to be the main culprits, and he was relieved when we arrived at our RV park – Twentynine Palms Resort – that afternoon. He had found another spot to hide while I was driving, and I decided that it would be better to just keep going instead of stopping and letting him rest and having him think we were done with the road. A short drive made very long.
There are some amazing sites when you drive across the country. It’s hard to capture them in words, and I really try not to take pictures while I’m driving. On this trip, there were two things – outside of the scenery – that piqued my interest. On one particularly open space, I looked out the window to my left, and flying parallel to me were two helicopters. I think they were military, but it was not what I was expecting to see. Where were they going? What were they doing? On that same road, there was a car full of stuff – no people from what I could see – that was just on the side of the road upside down, laying on its roof. How did that happen? Is everyone ok? No answers; just mysteries on this road trip.
When we arrived at the RV resort, I signed up for the Saturday night dinner that the park offers for $12 for first-time attendees. That night, it was chicken-fried chicken with corn, mashed potatoes, and a delicious cake for dessert. I ended up sitting with a great couple from Arizona who are just starting going out on long weekend trips in their motorhome. We talked about where they live, what we all do for work, and they had suggestions for future cities for me to explore.
The weather was beautiful, so we were able to open the sunroof and bathroom vent and pull in the fresh air, which was great for sleeping.
On Sunday, we drove out to the Yucca Valley and went on a horseback ride in Joshua Tree National Park with Knob Hill Ranch. Cara and Madeline were very accommodating, and the ride was great. My horse, Biscuit, was a trooper and loved being out on the trail. It was a great way to see the park and, according to my watch, it was great exercise.
Because I didn’t have a rental car, Arthur made the trip to Yucca Valley with me and Estella. He did great, but by the time we headed back to the park in the late afternoon, he was ready to be done.
Glamour snap of Arthur, advising me that he’s done traveling.
Unfortunately, Estella sustained her first injury under my care. When we were leaving Knob Hill Ranch, I didn’t turn wide enough and ended up scrapping the step on the sliding door. 🍫🍫 It’s surface damage, so nothing terrible, but it’s a bummer. Sorry, Estella.
Planning around weather is just part of the journey. Our venture further into California called for us to drive through an atmospheric river on our way to Morro Bay. I like to use Weather on the Way, but it really doesn’t tell you about road conditions – just about the, you guessed it, weather on the way. Luckily, our neighbor at the RV park used to work for the California Department of Transportation, and she was able to give me so solid advice about our upcoming drive.
We arrived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on Saturday, December 16, 2023. It was a beautiful drive in and relatively flat on I-40. We did see some snow, which was great because it wasn’t on the road, and it just added to the beauty of the bluffs and hills. ❄️
Our first stop was Target to replenish our supplies. We honestly hadn’t used that much stuff since we left MN, but I thought we should probably get some fruits and veggies and some actual food for meals. But, seriously, look at this view from the Target parking lot.
That’s the Sandia Mountains from the Target parking lot. What a view. You can see these mountains from most places in Albuquerque, but it never ceased to amaze.
After Target, we headed over to where we’d be camped out for the next month – Coronado Village. I picked this location because it seemed like it was pretty close to a lot of different things and would be easy to get deliveries. It also had a good reviews, bathrooms and showers, a staffed clubhouse, and was a mix of RV and modular homes.
We were assigned spot 7, which was a short walk to the showers and laundry as well as kinda tucked back in a mini cul de sac, which meant that no one drove directly by us. We also backed up to a tall wall, so it was pretty private. The spots were really good sized and were a mix of gravel and concrete. Our neighbor was a traveling nurse and her husband and seemed very nice even though I didn’t get to know them that well.
Estella – seen here looking like her lovely, radiant self in ABQ.
Time to Think Differently
Arthur really started to settle in pretty quickly. I did tell him that we were going to be here for a month, and I think he understood. 😹 Or at least as much as cats understand about these things. I knew I didn’t want to move him any more than I needed to, so I thought I’d rent a car.
I had toyed with a lot of ideas for alternative transportation while we were on the road (ie. maybe a scooter would work or an e-bike or a used manual transmission car that I could tow), but none of those ideas seemed to fit the bill for every location I was hoping to stay. I hadn’t really thought of renting a car until one day at work, it just came to me.
I found a good deal, and I rented a car for two weeks. It was perfect. I could come and go as I pleased, and Arthur and Estella could just chill at the RV park without the stress of moving and re-parking whenever I wanted to go on an adventure. With access to wheels, I could really start planning what I wanted to see and do when I was in Albuquerque.
My First Adventures in ABQ
I picked up the rental right before Christmas weekend, so I could drive to see the Christmas lights, a favorite pastime, and run some errands. On Saturday, December 23, I crossed the Rio Grande River and stopped at the Open Space Visitor Center off Coors Blvd. There were several exhibits with local history and artifacts and a great outlook and view of the Sandia Mountains.
After the visitor center, I went down the road to an independent bookstore called Books on the Bosque, which was a warm, local bookstore with new and used books. I found some new books to read and left with some chocolate chip cookies for later.
I went out to REI to get some different gear and spend a gift card that was burning a hole in my pocket, and I decided to go see Wonka at a movie theatre. The best surprise was how cheap the popcorn was; the matinee ticket was $12, but the popcorn was only $5 for a large – what a bargain! The movie was delightful and touching, which I wasn’t expecting but thoroughly enjoyed.
On the way back to Estella and Arthur, I stopped for a bowl of bulgogi at a Korean fast food spot. It was delicious, and they gave me free Korean pancakes. Another bargain! NM was starting out in the most amazing way.
On Sunday, Christmas Eve, I got up early to head to Old Town Albuquerque. My first stop was the Albuquerque Museum where they had a Georgia O’Keefe exhibit, which is free on Sundays. The exhibit was outstanding. They were contrasting her work with the work of Henry Moore, a sculptor who was creating at the same time she was. I had known about O’Keefe’s close-up floral work, but her landscapes were so vivid and outshined the floral work they had on display.
In addition to the O’Keefe / Moore exhibit, there was an Albuquerque-centric permanent exhibit that displayed a variety of Albuquerque’s industry and its people. I also enjoyed the journalism section they had, which detailed, from multiple perspectives, different events in ABQ history. There was smaller gallery that housed some beautiful nighttime pieces paired with poetry. So good. This was an outstanding experience and for free. What a gift to the public.
After the museum, I walked over to Old Town and got lost – literally. I popped into a few stores and bought an ornament at the Christmas shop before I found my way back to the car.
That evening, I found a small Lutheran church and attended their Christmas Eve service. There was a brass band, a kids choir, and all the readings were done by the kids. It was very sweet, and everyone was very welcoming and kind. I had Google where the best light displays were and drove through a few of those neighborhoods with roads lined with luminarias and houses festively lit up.
I have running water again.
This is its own section because I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to de-winterize the RV and have running water again. I hooked up my heated hose with my Freeze Miser, and I crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t run into any frozen pipes because there were nights that could get and stay below freezing and winds that could keep things quite cold.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten some things about that first full weekend in ABQ, but it definitely kicked off the start to a great stay.
So, work’s been really busy, which makes it time to find the energy to create and edit a blog. I wish I could remember more about my trip from Kansas to Oklahoma, but I’m afraid a lot of it has just slipped away.
The part of the drive that I remember the most is after Tulsa when I crossed over the Arkansas River. I’m not great with heights, especially bridges, which makes traveling in a 10′ tall, 24′ long RV tricky. Outside of Tulsa, it definitely felt like I was in a river valley, but I didn’t know that I would be crossing the Arkansas River until I was actually crossing it and on a Teams call. It was beautiful, but my palms were also very sweaty. Arthur and Estella were completely unphased.
After we crossed the river, we traveled along a bit of a backroad, not a main highway, which took us down main streets of some small towns. It struck me how much these towns were struggling. In one town, there was road construction that looked like it had been going on for ages because so many of the businesses were shuttered. The atmosphere felt like I was witnessing a town becoming a ghost town – slowly fading into the past, becoming part of some sad “remember when …” story.
To contrast that foreboding, there were hills and roadsides with this beautiful, overturned earth – probably from the road construction – in the richest terra cotta color. Where I come from, the earth is a deep brown, almost black color, which is what I’m used to, so to see this deep crimson juxtaposed against this dying town was striking. I wish I would’ve stopped to take a picture because I know the memory will fade with time.
Darkness Has New Meaning in Unfamiliar Territory
I had made plans to meet another co-worker for dinner on Wednesday night in Oklahoma City. She’d planned to visit some clients, and we were going to meet up after she was done. My original plan was to get to my next Boondockers Welcome (BW) location, get settled in, and grab a Lyft ride to the restaurant, but we were running behind, so we ended up driving and parking at the restaurant. This was new for us, so I shuttered the windows in Estella’s cab and let Arthur know I’d be right back. It was already getting dark, so I knew we’d be setting up after dark at the BW host’s house.
Dinner was fantastic. My co-worker had picked a restaurant on Lake Hefner outside of Oklahoma City, Red Rock Canyon Grill. Of course I had the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and glazed carrots. It was the comfort food that I needed after crossing that bridge.
After dinner I was able to reflect even more on the relationships that you make with remote co-workers, and even when you feel connected to them, there really is nothing that compares to sharing a meal and just getting to talk. We’d worked together on many different projects, been on calls, socialized at staff meetings, and even participated on the same tug-of-war team, but none of that could compare to having dinner, one-on-one and just sharing and laughing. We learned so much about each other. Just like my dinners in Topeka and in Chicagoland, it was delightful.
Minor Mishaps in Late Arrivals
A reminder of the Mishap Scale >>> (🍫 = minor; 🍫🍫 = ordinary; 🍫🍫🍫 = embarrassing; 🍫🍫🍫🍫 = terrible; 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫 = not enough chocolate in the RV to recover)
There’s a reason why fellow RVers recommend that you arrive when it’s still light out. I experienced this in Ohio when I was driving from PA. In Ohio, I was tired, but there was no one to witness my fumbling around. Oklahoma was different. By the time we finished dinner, and I drove out to the BW host’s home, I was also tired and ended up having to back into the driveway next to another RV that was overnighting at this location. The BW host was a night owl, so she didn’t mind that I came in later than I had anticipated, but it was unnerving and a bit embarrassing to park and repark before I got comfortably in the spot. 🍫🍫🍫
This was also my first time when another RV was also staying at a BW site. At a campground, there’s usually some distance between you and your neighbor, but this spot was close, and – bless them – they had a tiny dog that did not like that we were parked next to them. Thankfully, the tiny dog didn’t notice that we were there until morning, but he let us know that we were too close. I couldn’t have agreed more, buddy. 🍫
Just a bit further…
By this point in our adventure, we’d traveled about 2000 miles since leaving PA. Arthur and I were both getting a little road weary, but I had anticipated that we’d need shorter days on the road, so our next stop would be a two-night stay outside of Shamrock, Texas. After our tight accommodations in OK, we were looking forward to everything being a bit bigger.
The Adventures of Ms Haps & Arthur 