Blog Under Construction For those that have been traveling along with me for a while, and newcomers, please excuse the “housework” going on as I attempt to modify my blog […]
Now I am preparing for my month long loop through Southern California and then a Spring trip East. Along with a few more warranty items, I am doing some regular annual maintenance on both the Coach and the Workhorse. Since leaving last February 10th, I have piled on 20,000 miles to the Workhorse and towed the Coach 5,000 miles.
We woke early the morning of September 7th to partial clouds. Jagger I started the day by going for our morning walk, usually not more than a mile or so. The weather was looking somewhat unpredictable, but still a beautiful morning.
Utility Loom under the Kitchen slide. This is a bridge for electrical lines and has broken once before. Bretz RV in Missoula, MT did a haphazard repair that I had to pay for and now it’s broke again.
I accepted delivery of what I now call “The Coach” in February 2013. That day became the first of many following days of exploration and adventure; not to mention the […]
In come the slides, up come the stabilizers. All hatches, cabinets and vents closed and secured. I move the Workhorse into position and a catastrophic failure happens…
This past year was an accelerated learning experience for me and the learning isn’t over. I have enjoyed the transition into retirement very much, considering I was a workaholic most of my life. I think what made the difference is I tried something new, “Full Time Rving”.
‘Twas a cold winters morning and the puppy was still snoring, while visions of goodies pranced in his head. I too was sleeping when suddenly I awoke to a small soft steading beeping. What, not Santa’s Reindeers, so where was this beeping from?
I wake up in Island Park, Idaho at a great RV park with room for Jagger to run close by at Lake Henry BLM area and the Sawtelle National forest, right across the street. This morning we are lounging around, recuperating from the drive here yesterday and the setup of our camp. […]
With the coach all hitched to the workhorse, Jagger and I say good-bye to Bannack Ghost Town and head South-East to Island Park, Idaho
Strolling down the main road in town you can image what it was like so many lifetimes ago.
The wind was howling and the sky was threatening. But it was my only chance to at least see where many Nez Perce Indians were slaughtered and experience the sadness. Both cultures clashed and misunderstanding prevailed, but that was reality in that day. So I went out into the battleground alone to feel the history all around…