Day Twenty: Fort Steele

Jerry and Wendy invited me to go with them to Fort Steele.  We’d passed it on the way to Fairmont.  It’s just over 90 kilometers away, so about an hours drive.  Fort Steele was never a true fort and was actually originally named “Galbraith’s Ferry” after the founder, John Galbraith.  Gold was discovered in the area in the mid 1800s.  Mr. Galbraith operated the only ferry over the Kootenay river for several hundred miles.  As a result, he charged incredibly high prices and became quite wealthy as a result. Continue reading “Day Twenty: Fort Steele”

Day Eighteen: Last Minute Details

I was up early and working on this blog, publishing Day Seventeen just before heading over to the continental breakfast and Trip Log meeting.  Normally we’ll meet in the evening to go over driving directions, but since we’re having dinner together off site, they did it this morning.  It also is a bit like an introduction to the driving info.  There’s a board we all signed and the tailgunner, Harry, will poly it and we’ll hang it in the sign post forest. Continue reading “Day Eighteen: Last Minute Details”

Day Sixteen: T Minus One

With one more day until the tour officially kicks off, I slept in until 8 am.  Decadent lifestyle, eh?

I putzed around the trailer for a bit, made an appointment to change Rory’s oil that afternoon, and found a place to chop off a lot of my hair.  Over 8 inches, and she thinned it as well.  Feels much better.  Returning back to the RV park, I checked in with the Wagon masters, Mo and Sally, and met half of the tail gunner team, Linda.  They gave me a bag full of information about the tour.  Continue reading “Day Sixteen: T Minus One”

Day Nine: Return to the Inland Northwest

I woke up around 5, but couldn’t run the generator until 7am.  I was too excited to get going on the final leg, and a little nervous too.  This final portion of the initial trip involved going over the Continental Divide and several mountain passes, with much longer and steeper grades than I’d driven so far.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous; driving in a car is one thing, but with about 12,000 pounds pushing behind you, downhills can be scary. Continue reading “Day Nine: Return to the Inland Northwest”

Day Eight: Boondocking for the First Time

On the road out of Miles City by 10 am.  I took the time to dump all of my tanks, as I knew I’d be without hookups at my next site: Headwaters of the Missouri River State Park.  There are just 17 sites in this campground, and there is no electricity, water or even a dump station.  I’ve never boondocked in this fifth wheel (overnighting without any hookups), so I was excited about the challenge. Continue reading “Day Eight: Boondocking for the First Time”