Two Sleep

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,…

One Sleep

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.…

On the Road!

I check my emails as per usual every morning, and I find that my scatophile friends are pleased with yesterdays’ Packing the Van Part Two post. The gourmands are disgusted with the mashed potato revelation.  A blogger cannot hope for more than such intense emotional responses from readers. After those fun moments, my first day…