Rory, my trusty truck, and I are going on the trip of a lifetime!
Day twenty one was a travel day for us. We had to leave Fairmont by 11am to go to Banff. However, we couldn’t check in there until 2pm, and there were only about 85 miles to travel. So, there was time to kill. Continue reading “Day Twenty One: Fairmont to Banff”
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”
