We left our friends in Minnesota and the realization that the journey of a lifetime is coming to an end. We were charting a course straight south through the Great Plains, hoping to hit the remaining four states of our goal to stay in 49 states. Although we stayed in Iowa once before, we hadContinue reading “The last leg”
Wyoming knows how to do parks. We heard it would be nearly impossible to stay in Yellowstone without a reservation, but we managed to score a weekend campsite right around the corner from Old Faithful thanks to some cancellations.
We left home a year ago. We sold most of our possessions, donated hundreds of books, and stored what we had left in the corner of my mom’s basement. On the day we were supposed to leave, our alternator died. Then the clutch cable snapped. After making the repairs with significant help from our mostContinue reading “One year”
Idaho, Idaho, Idaho. Has any other state in the country stolen my heart more than this piece of paradise? Certainly not. If you’ve not been to Idaho, I encourage you to stay at home; I want this state all to myself. It’s a dream.
Montana is beautiful but strange. We knew we crossed into the US because we pulled into the first gas station and found the pump covered with “I did that” stickers. Of course Joe Biden is not the president of Canada, where gas prices are higher. Then we go inside to hear a guy literally shouting,Continue reading “Montana in review”
Man, Jasper and Banff—stunning.
We are AlCan official. Many, many people drive the AlCan, but it seems like the rite of passage only comes by doing three things: First, you must take your picture by the sign. That’s easy. Second, you must get a flat tire. We took care of that in Destruction Bay. And lastly, you must getContinue reading “Glacier Glass and the end of the AlCan”
The AlCan roads continued to be positively lunar, the way back every bit as murderously potholed as the way up. With each bounce and jostle, Miracle winced in pain and I apologized—to her, to the bus, to Jolene, to the cars stacked up behind us. At least we had some good seats.
I noticed the engine acting a little funny when we pulled into Anchorage a couple weeks ago; it would diesel when I shut it off and when I turned it on, it took a few cranks to turn over. Our ever-trusty hometown VW guru, Norm, said it might be points. Fortunately, before heading north onContinue reading “Tok: Tim, Maria, and Randy”