Rory, my trusty truck, and I are going on amazing trips, including Alaska
I’m not going to survive until the end of this trip if today is any indication of what is to come. While it is the third day of the tour, it’s the first day we traveled: from Coeur d’Alene to Fairmont Hot Springs, British Columbia. And what a day it was. Continue reading “Day Nineteen: Oh, Canada!”
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”
June 11th marked the official beginning of the Alaska tour. We didn’t have anything scheduled until 4, so I got up and headed to Costco. As is universal, I believe, for Costco, on a Tuesday morning the parking lot was filled and the line for gas/diesel was 3-4 vehicles deep. Crazy. Continue reading “Day Seventeen: And So It Begins”
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”
Can you believe that I left Indy 2 weeks ago? Wow. Time flies, as the saying goes. Continue reading “Day Fifteen: Coeur d’Alene”
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”
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