RoadTour 2018

Writting the final chapter of RoadTour 2018

We’ve reached the Northwestern terminus of this odyssey.  Really, one can’t get much more Northwest in the lower 48.  We are at Friday Harbor on San Juan Island at the top of Puget Sound in the Salish Sea.

Tomorrow we take the ferry back to the mainland and start our journey home.

Here are a couple photos from the shoreline of San Juan Island.



Glacial Ice

We spent a couple days on the tallest active volcano and glacier on the lower 48.  The campground we were in hosts mountain climbers from all over the world.  Many of them climbed around the clock.  It is wild seeing those tiny headlamps they wear flickering about the glacier in the middle of the night.  Better them than me, ha ha.

Yes, those spots of light over on the left of the glacier are climbers.  Crazy folks!

Cheers from the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

Paul and the puppy.


Chapel of the Transfiguration

When I first visited the Tetons I happened upon this chapel. From the moment I first set foot inside I’ve had this image in my head. Monday morning when I left Grand Teton National Park I stopped and shot several images. Funny, it was raining both times I visited this chapel.

Yes, that’s a window facing Grand Teton.  I suppose that if the sermon gets too boring, one can always daydream of hiking the mountain.


This small log chapel, built in 1925, offers spectacular views of the Teton Mountain Range and a majestic place to pray. The Chapel will seat 65 people with additional seating outside, weather permitting.


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On the road in South Dakota

We have finally landed in a spot where the weather is comfortable and with time on our hands, Douglas Wyoming on the North Platte River.  It’s time I posted something from RoadTour 2018.

We’ve wandered west across Tennessee and Arkansas with some fun stops along the way.  Then we went north through Kansas and Nebraska and into South Dakota.  The Black Hills of South Dakota to be precise.  We camped at Wind Cave National Park.  It was hot as the dickens until after sundown and then it was comfortable.  Whew!

The only place I was determined to visit on this trip was Mount Rushmore.  Put a fork in it, its done!

Here are some images from the Mount Rushmore area.

Buffalo at Wind Cave National Park

The Crazy Horse Memorial under construction.

Larry, Curly, Moe and Shemp

Clouds kept drifting in and out, blocking the sunlight so about half the Rushmore images are a little flat. When I return home, I should be able to pull out several good shots.

Sculpting Mount Rushmore was a pretty amazing feat.  You cant help but admire it and then ask yourself why.  Why would someone come out to the middle of nowhere and carve huge busts of presidents in the mountains.  I guess it’s a special kind of stone.  ha ha.

Well, that’s all for now.  I’m going to walk along the river with the doggie.



Into the heat of the Deep South

And we haven’t gotten to the bottom of it yet.

We left home yesterday around noon heading west. The goal was to get to Oxford Alabama and stock up on some things at the local Sam’s Club. I also planned on asphalt camping in their parking lot for the night.

Wowsers! It was 98 degrees there. Thank goodness I have a generator to run the A/C and a controller to start and stop the generator depending upon A/C demand.

After shopping at Sam’s, I went to the local Publix Super Market for a sub sandwich. Since moving to my home in the North Georgia Mountains, I’ve missed these sandwiches. So, whenever I’m on the road and hungry and near a Publix, I stop and treat myself.

I found a spot with some shade and parked, fired up the generator and A/C and enjoyed my sandwich with a glass of cold milk. I love traveling with my refrigerator.

By 20:00 I was able to open some vents and windows, turn on a powered vent and sleep comfortably. Day one was done.

This morning we pressed on west into Mississippi and the Natchez Trace where I landed at the Jeff Busby campground. It is free, clean and level. It even has restrooms with indoor plumbing.

Um . . . . mid 90s!

Tomorrow we’ll turn south and go to another campground on the Natchez Trace. Then it’s west to Shreveport and then Athens Texas for a week. I imagine it’ll be a whole lot hotter there. Whew! After that it’ll be north and north west.

Well, when it cools off, the dog and I will sit outside and enjoy nature.


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What Willie said…

On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

Clancy and I are about to embark on RoadTour 2018.  It’ll be interesting.  As usual, I have no firm idea where we are going or when we’ll get there.  She is 14 months old now and while still a puppy at heart, obeys my commands (most of the time).  We were on the road over the winter and Clancy got a pretty good handle on traveling.  When we return from this RoadTour, I expect she will be an avid camper and explorer.  As I’ve been loading up, Clancy climbs in and takes the passenger seat.  It’s where she and I first spent any time together and I believe she has fond memories of being there.  We drove home in it from Missouri where I got her.  Heck, if I just leave the side door open it wont be long before she is in the seat watching everything or curled up asleep.  Good doggie.

This will be the first trip with the new solar panels and batteries.  I’m looking forward to even more freedom as we explore remote places.

As always, we are delighted for you to tag along.  And, thanks to some of your suggestions while we’ve been on the road, I have explored places I didn’t know existed.  It is good to have you along.  We are heading west this time.  Check back often as I will be posting updates when I land someplace where internet is available.  Speaking of which, unless I’m in the middle of the nowhere, miles from anywhere, the AT&T hotspot on my iPhone does a reasonable job of getting me on the web.

If you’d like to help out with expenses, please click the PayPal link below. Fuel is outrageously expensive these days.


Broadway and Main out in the desert

Somewhere out West in the desert is a small town. The intersection of Broadway and Main was the center of town as well as the center of finance and commerce.  On one corner was the bank, a magnificent building.  It was where everyone saved and borrowed money.  In the back corner of the building facing Main Street was the State run Liquor Store which has long since closed.  Someone opened a Tee Shirt store and a souvenir ship which folded long ago. Windows are boarded or broken and the lots around it scraped clean.  It stands as a monument to better days.


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On the road in Vermont

I had information indicating this covered bridge was nearby.  However, another bridge I had to cross to get to it made me very nervous.  So I parked MOBI, grabbed a camera and started walking.

This bridge is used every day and is in remarkable condition.

Note the wooden pins holding the X braces in place.

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Old Joe

Meet Joe.  He is an admitted alcoholic. Apparently he has been one for most of his life.

Joe is the “Camp Host” at Wood Lake Hunt Camp at Sopchoppy Florida.  Wood Lake is a small primitive hunting camp in the forest outside of Sopchoppy.  It’s a no frills place with a couple vault toilets and a spigot for fresh water.

It wasn’t but a couple minutes after my arrival that Joe introduced himself, mentioned that he liks his beer and asked me if I had a couple bucks to spare as he was getting ready to go into town for some beer.  Over the course of my stay, Joe asked for both money and liquor.  Joe also liked to talk.  He said he was from Ireland, served in the U.S. Army, has owned numerous motorcycles and had lived in numerous towns.

Joe lives in an antique aluminum travel trailer, has a broken down 1985 Chevy van and rides a 1981 650cc Yamaha with an expired tag.  once a month when his check hits the bank, he is walking in tall cotton.  The rest of the month, He scrapes by on the kindness of others.

All in all, Joe is a harmless old guy with a lot of stories and a penchant for alcohol.


You who are on the road . . .…

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself . . .

Crosby Stills and Nash.

While on the road recently, I decided to drop off the radar and camp at a North Florida hunting camp with only 6 spots to camp in. It was a no frills place with one fresh water spigot and a vault toilet.  I wanted to drag my feet for a couple days and what better place than in the middle of nowhere?

There I met a fellow. He was a bit down on his luck but by no means was down and out!  Gothimo Britt Moore is his name.  He is a cancer survivor!  Apparently he was a pro wrestler at one point.  Today he is chasing from music venues to music venue and video recording performances for whatever purpose.  He left Colorado in November heading for Key West.  He was riding a Harley Sportster and apparently left town in a blizzard.  Been there, done that!  Somewhere in Oklahoma he acquired a small trailer he could tow behind his bike which made things a bit easier as he could carry a tent and such. He made it to the panhandle and his bike was spitting out oil as fast as he could pour it in.  He made it as far as Sopchoppy Florida which is where I met him. He had been living in a tent for about 3 weeks while some “motorcycle shop” diagnosed his problem.  Finally, it was determined that it was a rocker box gasket and the shop ordered parts to repair it.  Uh . . . . The parts didn’t arrive and finally Britt collected his oil spewing scooter and headed to Tallahassee.  Britt is a pretty sharp guy who has been around the block.  I enjoyed getting to know him.

Cheers Britt.  I hope your ride is long and enjoyable.  Ride safe!