If you haven’t already guessed it, I eventually make it back home to the Seattle area a few days later. Why did it take me nearly four months to write the closing post on this road trip, you ask? To be honest, it was hard to muster up the motivation to write it. By the time I got back to Seattle, I was feeling ready to end the chapter on the road trip and begin a new one. I was craving normalcy.
What I wasn’t expecting upon my return was Continue reading “Back Home”
From this point on, my entire drive while making my way back to Seattle would be along the I-90, which I now know is no way to see the country. As a result, the drive through Montana was unexciting, though, the flatness of it was a nice break from the rolling prairie hills of Wyoming which sucked up all my gas. I battled massive wind gusts nearly the entire way from South Dakota to Continue reading “Not Again”
The Badlands would be my last National Park stop on my road trip. From there I stopped at the little famous town of Wall and meandered through the never-ending maze of Wall Drug. Then, I drove through the town of Sturgis, home of the ginormous motorcycle rally. I was actually there about a week before the annual event, so I got a taste of the celebration as hundreds (if not thousands) of bikers started flooding the surrounding area in a thunderous roar. I was impressed with Continue reading “The Battle of the Little Bighorn”
Before heading to Mt. Rushmore and Badlands National Park, I spent several days in and around Custer which is located in the Black Hills National Forest. It would be a few days before I realized the significance of this area.
In 1868, the U.S. government had signed a treaty with the Sioux Indians recognizing that the Black Hills were sacred to the Sioux (specifically, the Oglala Lakota, a subtribe of the Great Sioux Nation) and would be included in the Great Sioux Reservation where the tribe had agreed to settle. However, less than six years later Continue reading “Crazy Horse, Mt. Rushmore and Badlands NP”
To get to my destination in South Dakota, I drove north into Wyoming where I was met with strong winds and rolling prairies, as far as the eye could see. I stopped at Guernsey State Park for the night, and for the first time, I had the entire place to myself. That evening, a storm rolled through with winds so strong I seriously thought we’d get blown over… or at least kitty would. I was tempted to stay another night since it was so peaceful, but Continue reading “South Dakota, at Last!”
I was relieved to be back on the road again. Though it was cool to see Denver, I had been there for 12 days and it was wearing on me. It was the first metropolis in which I spent any significant time in over a month, and it was a shock to the system. Added to that was the stress of the RV situation which had me thoroughly rattled. By day two of the RV fiasco (the day I left Best Auto & RV and moved myself and kitty into a hotel room), I was ready to throw in the towel. I felt betrayed by Betty that she could just break down at any time and leave me stranded on the side of the road. I worried it would happen again. After a pep-talk with Mike to bring me back down to Earth Continue reading “Keep On Keepin’ On”
The next order of business was figuring out where I was going to stay until my appointment. I had a sinking feeling about this. I knew RV Parks tend to be booked on weekends and it was a Friday. One by one, I called every RV Park in the Denver Metro area. No one had availability. I could have found a street to park along or stayed in the Walmart parking lot which was where I was currently parked while I made phone calls, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that for five or more days Continue reading “Stuck in Denver: Part II”