I hate to beat a dead horse, but I simply must share with you what I am finding out about license scanning or “swiping”. My license was swiped by Federal police when I was doing the old lady thing of getting lost and ending up at the front gate of a heavily guarded arsenal. Surprise!!! As you…
What a quick return trip. As I write this I am back home in Wheatland. Last night the campground was quiet and windy, so no fire or sitting outside until the wee hours. No cooking stove either, so tonight I will try to dehydrated hash browns. This morning I hit the road ultra-early, eager as…
Ahhhhh…peace and quiet at Fort Kearny State Park, in Nebraska. I am less than 400 miles from home (where the deer and antelope play) but I am content to hang out here and test my dehydrated hash browns (tonight). Today I will stretch out my travel kinks and then walk on a former rail trail.…
I am heading west and heading home! My work is done and with my case of road trip fever, I decide to head out for some new adventures. I decide to just zoom on through the heartland and get into Nebraska, where I am still drawn to the Platte River. So, at odd hours this…
During my 3 night stay at Kelley’s Island, I develop a little routine. Each morning I sleep in, feed Tango, make coffee, and eat oatmeal/yogurt for breakfast. Tango and I walk all around the area. Next, I drive to the Marina where I can get one more cup of coffee and Internet via the MiFi…
The van, Tango, and I are the first to drive off the ferry. We are on a beautiful little island that has a few restaurants, gift shops, a marina, and grocery store. The houses, whose lawns are getting into shape by caretakers, are classic Midwestern and lined up neatly facing the water. The Van! I…
Three Sleep was a breeze compared to a night in Winter Storm Achilles. I exit I-80 an hour after crossing the Mississippi into Illinois. There, on a hill, surrounded by golden light and emanating the sound of a host of angels, was my La Quinta. I first loved this hotel chain because they are dog…
Last night was Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride compared to the plain vanilla day of travel though the heartland. Not long after crossing the Missouri River into Iowa, I see a “Camping” sign. I exit from I-80 and drive around a hilly, curvy road to the prettiest little county park. It looks like a city park,…
Ten Sleep is a small town up in north-central Wyoming. The town was a Native American rest stop that was 10 days travel or “10 sleeps” from Fort Laramie (near where I live). Here is my report from One Sleep on my travels. Shortly after leaving the Rest Stop yesterday, I enter Central Time Zone.…
Clothes Packing clothes is a challenge. I always take too many anyway, and for this trip I need camping clothes, city clothes, and 5K training clothes. Since I am kind of picky about not wearing clothes more than one time before washing, I need to take quite a few items. Hey, that is why I…