Onward to Mt. Baker

I drove towards the beautiful, glacier-covered Mt. Baker, which was not visible from Sumas but magically appeared once I left town. The road wound around through the lush countryside of Eastern Washington and into the Mt. Baker foothills. I pulled over at the first small town to check directions. A small car like mine with…

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,…