Jagger Likes the New Shoes
Driving down the road the Workhorse responds better. Is that actual or perceived? I don’t know I tell Jagger to answer his thoughts. It always feels good to have new tires, even though it was so expensive…
Jagger’s Aggression (Fear)
Arriving at our Winter home in Mesa, Arizona proved to be another learning experience for Jagger…
Visit to Aiken History
Travel Journal – June 28, 2015 On Sunday Cheryl drove over from Georgia and met me for lunch at the Cracker Barrel in Aiken. Then we went to the Historical […]
Down The Black Hole Again
I hate to report this, my bad. Google led me down the black hole again. I thought I looked on the map before I left, but apparently not, as here we are on a one lane dirt road to nowhere…
Mighty Miss
I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be waiting for the new tire to be mounted. So I left for the tire store, leaving my buddy, Jagger behind…
Memphis Breakdown
What Google didn’t know is somewhere on the road was a piece of metal roughly 1/2″ x 3/4″ that was sharp. It punctured my tire. Just as I pulled out onto a highway…
Grandpa’s Memories in Arkansas
I wanted to see Arkansas myself, after hearing many stories my grandfather told me about his youth here near Little Rock. Again being under somewhat of a time constraint to get to the East Coast we only camped five days here at Crystal Springs.
Stop! – Turtle Crossing
Later that day, Jagger and I drove to the market and on our way back went to the Lake Onapa, which was only a short 1/2 mile drive. “Turtle Crossing” ahead and yes I see it Jagger. Oh there are several little guys making their way across the street.
Route 66 – Tucumcari
Our path is now final. We are on our way to Arkansas and Tennessee, eventually Georgia and South Carolina. This represents a change in my original plans for us. I wanted to see the Gulf, but it’s not in the cards due to the bad weather we have watched unfold in Texas this year. I will save it for another year of exploration.
The Hot Rubber Flew
I thought I had been shot. I look to the left while starting to apply my brakes at a steady rate. At the same time I turn on my emergency flashers as the Workhorse and Coach strained to slow down while maintaining its trajectory…
Tombstone
The first thing I come to when I arrive is Tombstone’s Boothill Cemetery.
Off to Benson
After almost four hours we pull in the Butterfield RV Resort. We check in and pay for a couple of nights and pull the Coach over to our new site. The park looks pretty deserted. All of the Snowbirds have flown the coop!
Retired Vagabond 