Coeur d'Alene and Montana

 After finishing the Bitteroot 300 bike tour, Kelly and I were able to enjoy a few days hanging out and exploring the Coeur d'Alene [CDA] area.  We really liked this town as it has a nice blend of outdoor activities and access to a very nice small city on beautiful Lake CDA. We were able to tie Kasha to a fencepost [just kidding...it was a traffic barrier] and get away for a great bike ride on the Centennial  bike trail which winds through the very nice CDA parks and along the lake.  The campground we stayed on was right on Lake CDA and pretty upscale for us. It even had a 'dog beach' although Kasha complained about a lack of available sticks to chase as the grounds were a bit too well kept.  Nothing is perfect.

Moving on from Idaho we continued east into our favorite scenery state of Montana. It's called Big-Sky country and for a reason.  We don't know why, but the sky does seem just huge out here.  We were camped in a small RV park and our site had a fantastic view of miles of green fields surrounded by the Montana mountains.  We were just outside Bozeman which has a charming downtown area with lots of restored, old brick buildings and interesting eateries and shops.  A bit bougie but not over the top.  While strolling down the main street we happened across the Bozeman branch of the Voormi store, a Pagosa outdoor clothing manufacturer.  We stopped in and chatted with one of the owners, the sister of Dustin English whom I worked with on Search and Rescue in Pagosa.  At our RV park we met a super couple who live outside Bozeman,  Scott and Allison were parked next to us and come down to the RV park to get away from the house and bring their daughter to the pool.  We exchanged contact info and would love to meet up with them again on future travels.

Again, I ponyed up for a non-resident fishing license with the same results as I've experienced this whole trip.  The Bozeman area boasts some of the most famous fly-fishing waters in the USA...the Madison, the Jefferson, the Gallatin, the Yellowstone and I SO wanted to catch a huge trout and send the picture out to fishing friends but, alas, my motives were not pure and I was pretty much skunked again. Catching only a small 'courtesy fish' at the start of the Missouri River.

Bozeman is a bit north of the west entrance to Yellowstone Park and, although I had sworn never to go there again after experiencing the crowds back in the EARLY 80's [for those who are math challenged, that is a long time ago] but Kelly had never been there so we decided to take a drive down to the park on the actual fourth of July.  Madness!  Well, I guess the travel gods were favoring us that day cos' Yellowstone Park was kinda empty.  For whatever reason, we cruised right up to the gate, got in for free with my Old-Guy-Park-Pass and did the whole Yellowstone thing.  We were even lucky enough to view a grizzly bear sow and cub.  Not lucky enough to see a foolish tourist get mauled but such is life.  In Yellowstone, you don't look for animals, you look for traffic jams caused by people viewing them.  As much as I dislike national parks because of the cars [I know we were guilty too], the people and the rules, I have to admit Yellowstone is some of the most spectacular scenery I have seen anywhere in the world.  Next 4th of July you should go.

Next on the route was the area around Jackson Hole, WY.  I had last been to Jackson around 1980 when I was moving to CO from NJ. At that time, Jackson was a quaint mountain town with some cool bars and a very laid-back vibe.  I stayed in a cheap motel in town and had some drinks at the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar, one of the few eateries in town, and caught fish in the Snake River just out of town without seeing a soul. Kelly and I were camped at a lake in the mountains outside of town but I wanted her to see Jackson so we went in for lunch.  It took us 20-min just to find a parking spot! Jackson 2025 has the crowds and vibe of Disneyland but without the charm! [Sorry family members but I hate Disney with a passion]  We couldn't get out of there soon enough.  Jackson aside, the view of the Tetons is as spectacular as ever with the mountains rising up thousands of feet above the valley floor.  Our campground was on Slide Lake which was naturally created when the whole mountain slid into the valley below and created a natural dam.  You can still see where the slide occurred.  This is grizzly bear country and, while the chances of encountering one are pretty slim, I was a bit nervous when Kasha and I took an evening hike up the mountain above camp and the shadows started getting long on our trail through thick aspen groves and meadows.  'Luckily' the only things that had me for dinner were the mosquitos who enjoyed a Bradley Buffet at my expense.  From here we will be leaving the Rockies and moving our way east to other adventures.  We sure have enjoyed the west but are looking forward to adventures in the plains and points east.

Bozeman camp sunset

Montana waterfall

Yellowstone Hot spring

Date night Bozeman

Paradise valley MT

Tetons from valley

More Tetons

The Bitteroot 300

 After escaping the gloom of the northwest we headed east across Washington.  It was a beautiful drive in an area we had never seen before.  Our route took us across the state north of Mt St Helens and the scenery was the closest thing I've seen in the US to the places I've skied in British Columbia.  Big green valleys surrounded by steep, tree covered mountains and beautiful rivers.  The elevation is not as much as I would have thought around here with the valleys only around 1500 ft and the passes around 4500.  We didn't spend much time exploring because I was trying to get to Coeur d'Alene [CDA], ID to meet up with my Pagosa friend Jim Hayes to do a bikepacking tour in the area.  While I was on the bike tour Kelly would be keeping the RV fires burning in a very nice RV park on Lake Coeur d'Alene.

I met up with Jim in the quaint little town of Wallace, ID, about an hour from CDA.  The bike route we took started on the trail of the CDA bike path and headed east to meet up with the NorPac trail.  Once we got to where the NorPac connected route finding became a bit challenging.  There was no signage whatsoever and we had no cell coverage to use phone map programs. We ended up going old-school and asking at a convenience store for directions.  As we headed in the direction described and were standing there scratching our heads a gal came along on a mountain bike so we flagged her down for directions.  It turns out she was the race leader in the Great American Wheel Race, a cross-the-US bike race that is following as many rails-to-trails and gravel roads as is possible.  Her name is Rhonda Wright and, last I checked, she was still in the lead.  She outdistanced us old codgers pretty quickly and we were on our own again.  The road was steep and pretty rough, requiring some pushing of our loaded bikes uphill but we soon got to some flatter sections and the riding was a nice 3% uphill grade. [Sidenote. Jim is 77 and is a beast for doing this stuff.  He'll probably be doing this after I have given up.]

After 2000 feet of rocky climbing we finally reached the top of Lookout Pass and enjoyed a long downhill run through the woods to the approach to the Hiawatha Trail.  This is probably the most popular tourist attraction in the area and there was still very little signage other than a small painted sign saying 'East Portal'.  The state of Idaho is clearly not going broke putting up signs.  We were dismayed to find that the approach to the start of the trail was 2 miles and a 500' climb.  Not what we were looking forward to at this point in the day.  The couple power bars we had for lunch had worn off long ago.

Well, I must say that the climb was worth it.  The Hiawatha trail starts off with a 1.6 mile, unlighted  tunnel.  Very chilly, very dark and kinda muddy.  Headlamps are mandatory.  The 17 miles of downhill that follows is nothing short of spectacular with 10 tunnels and 7 trestles, many of them several hundred feet above the terrain below.  The trail is well maintained and pretty smooth so the riding is easy.  We ended up being the last ones on the trail and when we got to the bottom everything was closed up and we had to climb under the barricade to get out.  We still had no cell coverage and had very little idea how far it was to any town so we just pointed the bikes downhill and hoped for the best.  We did have camp food and camping gear but were really hoping for some 'real' food as it had been a long day.  As the shadows got ever longer I spent some quality time fixing a flat tire...not what I was hoping for.  Good thing it was about the longest daylight day of the year.  Finally, the somewhat rough gravel road turned to pavement and we guessed we were nearing the town of Avery [population 14].  As we stopped and took a quick break I thought it would be a good idea to fall off my bike as I was stopping.  This turned out to be a good thing as a nice couple was coming by on a 4-wheeler and asked if I was ok.  I was fine as I have become quite practiced at falling off my bike over the years.  While chatting, Laurie said we could buy any supplies at the little town store where she worked.  When we arrived the owner, Jerry, was grilling some food for a few fishermen and was kind enough to put a couple more burgers on for us.  A burger and a beer = a great end to a great day. 53 miles and 2500 feet of climbing.

Day 2 found us riding the pavement most of the way down the St Joe river to the town of St Marie.  A very nice and pretty easy downhill run of 48 miles.  The St Joe River is very pretty and I would like to come back and fish it if I get the chance. We were able to find a motel room in St Maries and a pretty decent pasta dinner close by in town.

Day 3 started with a short shuttle to the east end of the Trail of the Coeur d'Alene, a 72 mile paved bike path which would lead us back to the start in Wallace.  The shuttle is highly recommended as the only road is very narrow, windy and has a lot of truck traffic.  It was $20 well spent.  The trail, itself, is a superb bike trail with very smooth pavement, great scenery and [best of all] mostly downhill,  I finally saw a moose, Yea!  It was pretty far away and it coulda been a cow but some locals on the trail said they had been seeing it all week...it counts.   Although our start was a bit late we made it another 40-some miles to a camp spot near the town of Cataldo where we were able to get a shower and some pretty good food at the only restaurant around.  We stuck around for karaoke but, as Jim wimped out and wouldn't sing On the Road Again with me, we opted for a small campfire and off to the tents.

The weather prediction for the final day was pretty bleak but we escaped the rain and just had to deal with some cool and cloudy weather for what Jim's guidebook said was a downhill run back to Wallace.  This was not even close to true as we climbed another 500 feet to finish up the ride, All in all a great trip.  Thanks Jim.

After getting shuttled by Kelly back to CDA we spent a few days there.  We were camped in a nice RV park right on the lake and within walking distance [about 3 miles] to downtown CDA.  This is a very nice small city with some beautiful parks, lots of bike trails and a lovely downtown area.  We spent the next few days walking, riding and exploring the town and enjoyed it very much.  

Bike trail bridge

JIm Hayes on Hiawatha trestle

Hiawatha trail view

Hiawatha trestle view

Hiawatha tunnel

The Great Northwest

 After leaving our camp in Oregon we headed to the Olympic Peninsula of Washington where we set up camp in a small RV park in the town of Hoquiam, WA on the Hoquiam River. We never did really figure out how to pronounce that name since each person we asked said it differently. No fancy amenities at this one but a nice shower and laundry. It's amazing how little it takes to be thankful for when you are on the road.  We had a great site right on the river where we enjoyed sitting on the bank watching the river go by...or would have if the wind ever stopped blowing, the sun had come out, and the temperature had risen out of the 50's.  It's the middle of June for god sakes!  I'm sorry but we have become hopelessly addicted to sunshine after our years spent in Colorado and California.

That given, the Pacific Northwest is one of the most beautiful places on the planet I have been to when the sun is out and the weather is nice.  The other 90% of the time it is not my cup of tea, weather wise, but we did enjoy exploring the area.  Hoquiam was a good jumping off spot to see some of the beautiful scenery the peninsula has to offer.  We day tripped up to Lake Quinault and did a really nice hike thru the Quinault rain forest which was amazing for the amount of life per square foot. The Olympic rainforests are the only temperate rainforests in N. America with the only others being in Japan.  [Note: don't quote me on this as I may have made it up]. I grew up in the dense forests of the east coast but this place makes the New Jersey woods look like the Mojave.  Every square inch is covered with some kind of life; huge trees, vines, bushes, moss, fungus.  It seems as if you laid down for a nap in there you would be devoured by plant life in hours.

Later in the day, we were able to spend a couple hours on one of the WA beaches.  We were lucky enough to hit it on a rare sunny afternoon with little wind.  Even with temperatures in the mid 50's it was quite nice.  Kasha loves chasing frisbee on the beach and running in the shallow surf. She had a great time and wore herself out to the point that she could hardly get back in the car.

We originally planned on spending a bit more time on the Olympic but I'm afraid the aforementioned weather really saps our will to live so we will be pulling up stakes a bit earlier than planned and heading for warmer climes.  Next stop will be in the Idaho panhandle where I plan to meet up with my friend, Jim Hayes, from Pagosa and joining him for a 180-mile bike tour while Kelly holds the fort in Coeur d'Alene, ID.

Quinault Rain Forest

Rain forest stream

Hoquiam River Camp

Kelly could have used this sign 25 years ago

To the big city

 The next leg of our trip saw us relocating to the Salem, OR area getting some quality time with Sarah, Steven and Ellie.  Ellie is just about the smartest, most athletic and darn near cutest 3 yr old on the planet.  We had a great visit with their lovely family and had lots of Ellie-time.  

Also, I was able to have a fortune in RV-power related equipment sent from Amazon to Sarah and Stevens house.  Shoulda been sent in a Brinks Truck, not UPS. Now I've got to try and get it installed and working.  Never give up!

While in the area, we were able to get over to Silver Falls State Park, an hour or so from Salem.  En route, we stopped at the cute little town of Silverton, OR.  You should go...it's cute.  The hike we did in the state park was very pretty, with some very large waterfalls and nicely kept trails.  This, like other state parks we have been in, are not very dog friendly, with all dogs [leashed or not] banned from quite a few areas.  I get it, but a pain for us.

This area, like many in Oregon, is very bike-friendly with lots of bike paths and some nice country riding past their very green pasture and little traffic.  There are a lot of bikies in OR and the drivers tend to be more bike-aware and generally nicer to bikers than in our hometown.  I have been enjoying the road biking very much on this trip and have been getting out a few times a week.

While here we were camped some of the time by the county fairgrounds.  A nice, if un-exciting spot in a  big parking lot but adjacent to some green pastures. Not a bad view if you look out the back.  We had to vacate the fairgrounds due to a flea market over the weekend so we decided to move to a 'REAL' park.  Space was a little tight [Happy Hour next to your neighbor's sewer hookup anyone?] but the amenities were something we are not used to...pool, dog park, dog washing station, free ice cream sundaes.  We were 'livin' in high cotton'.  But, alas, all things must pass so we rolled up the Yahtse board and headed north once again.

After leaving the Salem area [we miss you guys] we headed north to the little town Vernonica, OR, about an hour NW of Portland on the Nehalem River.  This is a very nice, small town and we have been camped in their town park which is set up for RV;s.  On our way here we had lunch with some friends we hadn't seen in years; Bill and Anita Bruce.  We know them from the old days in Etna, CA and it was great to be able to spend a few hours catching up.  They have a lovely home in Beaverton, OR with a yard that is straight outta Home and Garden. After setting up in our new location, Kelly headed back to Ukiah for granddaughter Danaya's 8th grade graduation.  Congratulations Danaya.  Well done and keep up the good work.  I will let Kelly tell you about that adventure on her Facebook page.

And, during Kelly's hiatus, I have been tending to camp here in Vernonica without adult-supervision.  I filled my time enjoying riding on the Banks-Vernonia state trail.  A very nicely paved bike and pedestrian trail that extends for over 20-miles along the old railroad grade between the two named towns.  I love these rails-to-trails routes for cycling as there is no vehicular traffic to worry about and the grade is never steep as these trails follow the old railroad lines.  I think the maximum grade is 3%. Not too bad.  This trail is one of the nicest I've been on with great scenery through the lush northwest forest and a bunch of old railroad trestle crossings.  The park where we camped is at the hub between the Banks-Vernonia trail and the Crown-Zellenbach trail which runs northeast to the Columbia River Basin.  I thought it would be similar to the other but, NO,  the CZ trail starts at the trail head with a 15% climb for the first half mile. [non-biker note...that's STEEP] I'm afraid I had to walk that one.  The trail then turns to a loose rock surface [again, sucky for riding].  After, climbing some more hills I came across some local folks out for an MTB ride.  They said the road ahead was washboarded and steep with more loose rock.  I turned around.

I know you're all dying to know about my battle with the RV power.  Hey, it's only been going on since Moab on April 2 and we are now well into June.  I think I've finally got it.  The lithium batteries are working and charging off the solar panels and we are now carrying a small generator for cloudy spells. I'm not getting cocky...you know how these things go.

Grandaughter Ellie 

Sarah and Ellie

Vernonia Park Campground

Banks-Vernonia bike trail

BV bike trail, Buxton trestle

Danaya the granddaughter graduate

Granddaughter Reigan

Kelly and her crew in Ukiah

Still Coasting

 The next stop on our journey has been a couple hours up the coast to the town of Yachats, the self-proclaimed Gem of the Oregon Coast.  That claim just might be true as the town has a delightful blend of quaintness, artsy businesses and beautiful scenery.  We decided to brave the off-grid camping of the Cape Perpetua Campground.  Cape Perpetua was named by the famed explorer Captain James Cook who made spotted the cape but never set foot on land in 1778.  The campground connects to a number of trails that offer some spectacular views of the shoreline.  I took Kasha down to the water one evening where she became infatuated with a seal pup who was swimming around the rocks we were on.  

As for our off-grid experience...not so good.  With the cloudy coastal weather, the batteries didn't get much of a charge and we spent a quiet evening playing Yahtze by lantern light.  Even with the dim light and opportunities to cheat I lost our best of 5 match.  Foiled again.  The next night was more of the same and we decided to re-locate to an RV camp in the nearby town of Waldport where we could have full hookups and could work on the power issue.   This power issue is getting the best of me and I decided to stop cheaping-out and order some new lithium batteries, a charger and generator which would be delivered to our daughter Sarah's house near Salem, OR where we would be in a few days.

Waldport has some really nice, wide, sandy beaches where Kasha had an absolute ball.  She loves chasing sticks and splashing through the shallow surf to cool off.  She never seems to get tired on the beach.  The Alsea River enters the ocean here and there were lots of seals near the shore which were of great interest to Kasha.

Kelly and I took a day to get the kayaks out at Ona Beach, a ways above Waldport. Heading upstream on Beaver Creek we paddled for a couple easy miles on the Beaver Creek Estuary.  Lot's of birds and very peaceful.  I also took a morning to do a 20-mile out-and-back bike ride up the Alsea River.  I've been enjoying the road biking that I seldom do in Pagosa due to the poor biking infrastructure there and I enjoyed the moderately hilly, low traffic ride very much.

Weve enjoyed our coast time, spending most of May here but we are ready for some warmth.  For those who haven't been here, it is never really cold but it's never really warm either.  We are both ready to warm up a bit and are looking forward to moving to the Salem area where we can visit with Sarah, her husband Steven and our granddaughter Ellie.

Going coastal

After leaving friends and family in NorCal we pushed on to the southern Oregon coast town of Brookings where we parked the RV at Harris Beach State Park.  Brookings is the southern most town on the Oregon coast and a place we have visited many times before.  While here, we were able to meet up with  our good friends, Lorin and Carol Lee, who are moving to Brookings from Pagosa Spg's.  While looking for a permanent home in town they are staying in a truly spectacular rental home on the cliffs above the Pacific Ocean.  They had another home under contract along the banks of the Chetco River but several days before closing the back yard slid into the river which soured the deal a bit...Dodged a major bullet there I'd say.

Brad, Carol and Lorin

View from the deck

More adventures in RV ing

Kasha enjoying view from Cape Arago

On our last night at Harris Beach we were rudely awakened in the wee hours by a loud crash.  Getting up, we saw nothing amiss and figured it was something outside.  Kasha was a bit worked up over the ordeal and, as Kelly tried to get her back in her bunk, Kasha head-butted Kelly in the eye, giving her a nice shiner.  The next morning we tried to go outside to find the awning had collapsed in the rain [it's not supposed to do that] and was blocking the door.  The awning was FUBAR so I removed it and hauled it off the county landfill which was, luckily, only a short drive away.  Didn't need that POS anyway!

On finally leaving Brookings we journeyed northward to the town of Bandon and another very nice state campground called Bullards Beach. This campground [like all the Oregon State Parks] is well maintained, quiet and very inexpensive.  With my Golden Age Passport discount [God! did I really say that?] the cost is usually around $25/nt.  There's gotta be something good about getting older, right?

While here, Kelly and I got to paddle our kayaks around in Bandon Marsh State Wildlife Area [don't quote me on the real name of that] where we saw many species of birds and a couple sea lions. The weather here has been a bit 'coastal' and we had a mixed bag of typical Oregon Coast weather. Luckily, the winds have been pretty light [they have a tendency to blow pretty hard around here] and I was able to get a couple nice road bike rides in.  I'm pretty sure someone came in and made the hills here steeper than when I last rode the coast 20-some years ago.  One of our favorite rides is the quiet roads through the campground to the Coquille Lighthouse, a short but beautiful 6-mile roundtrip from our camp.  This lighthouse is the last one constructed on the Oregon Coast and is open, now, as an informational center.

Coquille Lighthouse

NorCal

 The next stop on our trip was a stay in Etna, Ca in the beautiful Scott Valley area [not to be confused with Scott's Valley further south].  We were able to get a break from RV life as we accepted the generous offer to stay in the Etna home of our friends Peter and Christi Sturges who own the spectacular Otter Bar Lodge in Forks of Salmon, CA.  They were busy with the lodge so the house was empty and we were able to move right in for our time here.  Many thanks for that.

Etna is a small, peaceful town of about 700 located in the Scott River valley, an agricultural area surrounded by the Marble Mountains, part of the Coast Range.  I lived there for about 10 years in the 90's before life moved me to other locations, but I always loved this area as it offers great outdoor activities [cycling, skiing, fishing etc.] without having to share with tourists and crowds.  The town has upgraded over the years, mostly thanks to a few former locals [I used to watch them play football when I lived here] who left to 'make good' and have returned to invest in their hometown.  They took the old drugstore, a beautiful brick building, and created the Denny Bar Restaurant and Distillery, an upper-scale eatery which draws patrons from the entire area.  Town also enjoys a new french bakery and butcher shop which serve up some great food.

While in town we got to visit with quite a few old friends although time did not allow for us to visit all.  Kelly was able to get away to the coast with her sister, Amy, for a few days and I'm sure they got pretty wild and had a great time.  Before she left, she and I were able to get a really nice bike ride in through the valley.  This area has some wonderful road riding with nicely paved roads, low traffic and great scenery.

We also got to visit with our son, Cody, and his two charming boys Adam and Jacob. It's a shame everyone is so spread out across the country and we only get to see them occasionally.

To the Coast

 Well, we survived the rest of the trip across Nevada with no more mishaps or problems and made it to Ukiah, CA where we got to have a nice long visit with daughter Rachel and her two wonderful girls, Danaya and Raegan.  It was Danaya's birthday week and we got to spend the day with her on a mini shopping spree down in Santa Rosa.  We also got to be real grandparents and attended 'Grandparents Day' at Raegans school.  Very fun.  A day trip to Ft Bragg gave us our first beach day of the trip.  The weather was lovely and Kasha enjoyed the heck out of the beach and ocean entertaining the other beachgoers with her frisbee catching skills.  Our weather timing was perfect too as we were lucky enough to hit the Ukiah area right as the trees were all fully leafing out and everything was spectacularly green.  

After taking off from Ukiah we headed a couple hours north to visit with our friends, Ed and Linda, in Redding, CA.  It was great to visit with them and we got to spend some time in the great home they fairly recently completed in Redding.  While here, we had our first experience with camping at a HipCamp site.  These are camping sites that are on people's property and this one was very nice and private in a beautiful meadow on about 5-acres.  We will be using HipCamp again.

Happy Birthday Danaya

[Rachel, Raegan, Danaya]

Raegan helping with dinner

Fort Bragg beach day

Nevada travels

 Our last couple of days in Escalante were spent with some more exploring of the area.  We did a great 6-mile hike to an easy slot canyon [Bighorn Canyon].  The coolness of the 'slot' portion was a real relief from the heat. We managed to navigate the slots with ease and despite a few snug corners in the rock trail made it out safely without having to gnaw off any limbs.  It's still snowing back in Pagosa and we are not yet used to 80-something degree heat.  Luckily, there were a few small creek crossings that allowed Kasha to cool take a dip and cool off.

Our last day in Escalante led us to a nice, easy 4-mile hike up the Escalante River to a large arch creatively named Natural Bridge.  The hike was pretty easy with a lot of creek crossings which Kasha appreciated very much.  The hike was beautiful, peaceful and I only managed to fall in the river once [even saved the cell phone in my pocket] so the day was a success.  Heading west and leaving Utah behind we went through some more spectacular red-rocks country.  The road west heads right through Bryce Canyon.  We are pretty much avoiding the national parks as they tend to be pretty crowded and are very restrictive on dogs so we didn't stop but that area is definitely on our 'future adventures' list.

The next phase of our trip was spent escaping Nevada.  Now I'm sure Nevada has some wonderful places but the beauty of it escapes us.  The mountain ranges we crossed seemed like they would be very nice but it was still to early to venture into them as they were pretty much still snow covered.  We crossed via Hwy 50 which is called 'the loneliest road in America' and for good reason as outposts of civilization are very few and far between.  Our first night camp was in an "Elk Viewing Area"

along the highway outside of Ely.  It was actually much nicer than you would think as it was A, Free and B. didn't cost anything.  Really though, it was pretty quiet and not a bad place to stay.  In the morning, I decided to be a good camper and check the tire pressure in the trailer tires.  By this time I should know that no good (or smart) deed will go unpunished, but I did it anyway.  A little air escaped one of the valves but it seemed to stop and I figured it was ok.  Five miles out of Ely I saw smoke coming out of the back of the trailer and pulled over to find a shredded tire.  We were able to successfully put the spare on, which was low in pressure too and limp back into Ely for a new tire.  If we had blown that tire in the middle of the desert life would have become a bit of an adventure so it was probably a blessing in disguise.  

On the road

 Well, we made the April 1 take-off date.  Luckily, the week before leaving was unseasonably warm and sunny which allowed us to get a lot of outside clean-up chores done so morning of April 1 we hit the road.  The morning of take-off treated us to high wind warnings [not what we were hoping for dragging a trailer behind us] but, with worse weather predicted for the week, we crossed our fingers and hit the road.  Before leaving, I thought it would be wise to sacrifice an early mistake to the travel gods so I un-ceremoniously backed the trailer into the garage.  Damage was somewhat minor, some damage to the new bike rack, a broken backup light and a hole in the garage stucco so I'd have something to fix when we get back.

Our first stop was Moab, UT  which we made with a bit of white-knuckle driving in wind and snow.  We were scheduled to camp at a dry-camping area [no water, power or sewer] south of town and it was a good place to test out the systems.  We had put solar panels on the RV and had a battery storage unit that allowed us to watch a movie on our TV and for me to be able to work a bit the next morning.  Our first full day on our trip we did some good hiking around our camp area and at Deadhorse Pt up near Canyonlands Nat Park, hiking around 10 miles for the day.  We got back to camp and found the batteries hadn't charged from the solar [I think I tried to charge too many things at once] and spent a chilly night without any heat. Not knowing what the battery problem was we wimped out and moved to a small RV camp up near the entrance to Canyonlands where we, at least, had electricity.  We were able to spend a couple more days in the Moab area and enjoyed it very much.  If you have never been to southern Utah it should be on your bucket list.  The rock formations and terrain are like no place we've ever seen.

Travel day was spent relocating to Escalante, UT, a small town near Escalante Nat Park.  The drive went well and the highway to Escalante goes right through the middle of Capital Reef Nat Park...the scenery was truly spectacular again.  The last section to Escalante goes over a section known as the Hogback.  We would have taken pictures but thought it best that we get past that section so that I might pry my fingers from the steering wheel.  I'm not a fan of heights and this narrowish road runs along a rock spine with steep and exposed drop-offs on either side and no guardrails. Yikes! 

Escalante is a nice, quiet town [population about 800] and we were again in an RV park right in town.  We are close to some really interesting areas; Capital Reef, Escalante and Bryce Canyon Nat Parks, and a lot of local hiking areas.  We hiked up to Lower Calf Creek Falls which was gorgeous and Kasha loved playing 'stick' in the pool at the bottom.  We hadn't had an off day since we left so took the day to do a short hike at a place called Devils Kitchen near town.  Beautiful hoodoos and the short day allowed us to catch up on 'administrative duties' [laundry, ignoring mail, writing blogs] back at camp.  Somehow, each day goes really fast and with several hours of exercise each day we run out of time and energy pretty early.

Ready, set...wait

Well, it's been 10 years since our last big adventure, cycling around Lake Michigan, but we have hardly been idle.  Since that time, Kelly and I have vacated California to relocate and build a new life and home in beautiful Pagosa Springs, CO.  There have been plenty of mini-adventures in the meantime but we are ready for something bigger.  To this end, we have decided to rent our Pagosa home out for a year and travel the country in a 26-ft camping trailer.  

Wow! It was a lot of work to get ready to be gone for a year...deep cleaning the house, getting the RV ready, putting stuff in storage. Kelly stopped working in mid March so she has done the lion's share of the cleaning chores and I've been working overtime [for me anyway] trying to get ahead at work.  I'll be working part time/remote during the next year from the kitchen table of the RV and, hopefully, that will work out.  We plan on taking off on April 1 and should be done by then.  We'll see.