Crossing into Canada

I got up early on June 14 as I had decided to get more diesel and the cheapest was 30 minutes away in Rutland. The reviews said they had DEF too; well, they did not but the extra time was so worth seeing a beautiful Vermont morning without the rain.

Brandon, Vermont was the closest little town to my campground. It had a really cute vibe and some really pretty churches.

Brandon Congregational Church
Got to add Vermont to the map!

I waited to hitch up until after 10am as I was trying to get a campsite in Schoodic Woods, which is part of Acadia National Park. They release sites 2 months from the date at 10am. Sadly, I struck out. So, hitched up and was on the road sometime after 11am. The plan was to take Vt 7 up to Burlington, to I-89. I’d gone to Burlington the day before, as they have a Costco there. It was crazy busy.


From I-89 the plan was to head north to Swanton and get off onto VT 78. This joins up to US2. All of that went swimmingly. However, there is a point in VT after crossing lots of water (as Lake Champlain is all through this area) where I should have gone north on US 2 but turned south. I realized my mistake quickly, but there was no place to turn around. My Google maps and RVLife GPS offered up routes, many unviable as they involved a u-turn, which you can’t do towing. I ended up driving 9 miles up a Lakeshore Road that was literally on the banks of Lake Champlain to get back to US 2. I was stressed to the max!

Lake Champlain
Lake Champlain

Luckily, I got back onto 2 North, drove through Rouse’s Point, NY and onto NY 11 which very quickly put me on I-87. I stopped at an Irving Oil at this junction for diesel and DEF, which they DID have at the pump. Then, I drove to the border where there was exactly no wait at all for a lane. The Canadian border agent was a bit concerned about my stated destination of Montreal (“you’re taking that-pointing at the fifth wheel- into Montreal????”). I assured her I was going to a campground and meeting friends, which prompted more questions about these so-called friends. She was also surprised at the length of time I’ll be in Canada, but after these few questions she wished me well.


I got to the KOA at 2:30, the very last person on the tour to arrive. We were to have a meeting at 3pm, which I was late too as my site was too short to fit my truck and fifth wheel without some tires in the grass.


While I was slightly late to the meeting, Jerry, Wendy, Charlie and Rae were very, very late. They’d gone to the Botanical Gardens and got stuck in traffic. Montreal is really hopping this week, as the Formula 1 race, the Montreal Grand Prix, is this weekend. Apparently, you can’t find a hotel anywhere near the city and there are tons of tourists flooding the area. So, traffic is a bigger challenge than might be otherwise.


Given that I was absolutely exhausted at this point, I said goodnight to all and went to bed. We were scheduled to do an all-day bus tour the next day and I knew I’d need some sleep. Stay tuned for some amazing pics of Montreal!

2021: It’s Time to Travel Again!


How is everyone? I know it’s been a long, long time. Things have been crazy in my life, as I’m sure each of you can appreciate. COVID has certainly made things in the world much harder, and for those of us in healthcare it’s relentlessly sapping away the spirit.

As you are likely aware, the RV industry has exploded as people feel it’s a safe form of getting away from the day to day life. And while the borders were closed to international travel, the popularity of RV travel within the U.S. has gone into the stratosphere. I’m so glad I got to go to Alaska when I did; the trip would have been canceled in 2020 and perhaps much more challenging this summer.

Having said all that, my Alaska travel family was eager to do something else together, and we landed on another bucket list item for me: the International Balloon Fiesta held annually in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It’s the most photographed event in the world, and as a photography enthusiast I’ve always dreamt of seeing it someday.

Well, thanks to a very understanding boss (hi Jim) and colleagues (wassup guys) I was able to take some time off work and head to the Fiesta. It was cancelled last year, so this meant this years festival is the 49th annual. In planning out the travel, we ended up with 14 rigs going! Not everyone was on the Alaska trip, but most were.

The Fiesta is always held the first week of October from what I’ve been told. There are RV lots surrounding the Fiesta grounds and Fantasy RV tours offers a package for the Fiesta, so we signed up. The arrival day was set to be September 30th; as a group we would be parked first come, first served, so we decided to all meet at an RV park just outside of Albuquerque on September 29th.

That left me with some travel to get from Indiana to New Mexico. I worked in our Evansville clinic for 3 days, then left from that location on the afternoon of September 22nd. It was pouring in Indiana for several days, but as I finally got on the road and neared the border of Illinois, here is what I saw:

I only traveled a bit over 100 miles to Whittington, Illinois, as it was a late start after clinic. I fueled up at a local gas station which also features gambling. A combo I don’t think I’ve seen before:

Benton, Illinois knows how to party.

The campground, Whittington Woods, was fine. Mostly seasonals. And cash only. But I had a pull thru and spent a fine night. I was just happy to be on the road again!

So Blessed

I work with incredible people, there’s just no other way to say it.ย  I mentioned in my last post that my last day on service on the hospital side involved a lunch party.ย  The staff of 8 West sent me off in style, with a hilarious card, an Amazon gift card and my very own pigacorn. Continue reading “So Blessed”

Selfies? Yeah, No.

I don’t do selfies.ย  First of all, I’m not that interesting to look at.ย  Second of all, it’s hard to focus the camera properly when it’s pointed at you.ย  And finally, I was informed today that it’s downright dangerous to do selfies, as some of my colleagues in CF clinic regaled me with stories of the many ways people have died while taking selfies.ย  No worries, I’m not going to take any. Continue reading “Selfies? Yeah, No.”

The Seed Is Planted

I did not buy a trailer planning to go to Alaska. It might have been cheaper, had I known. Because within 2 years of buying my Open Range Light 272RLS and Bruce, my F-250, I traded them both in for a new fifth wheel and for Rory, my diesel F-350. Bruce had a gas engine, and he quite frankly struggled going up hills in Kentucky, Tennessee and southern Indiana. It’s not fun pulling a 35 foot trailer up a hill on I-64 with your foot pegged to the floor praying a semi doesn’t run up your rear end as you putt along at 40 mph.

Continue reading “The Seed Is Planted”