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”
I got a text from my new boss the other day. In effect, he was wondering why the heck I hadn’t posted any updates.
Oops, sorry guys. Continue reading “Days Ten to Fourteen: Hanging in Spangle”
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”