As we tick off the miles north, I begin to wonder if we’ve chosen the worst time EVER to take a road trip to this area. The whole purpose of a road trip is to see the country out of your car window as you roll by; to appreciate the qualities and diversity of the land – the height of the mountains, the intensity of the foaming rapids in the cold rivers below, the expanse of the hay fields as they stretch out, away and into the horizon.
Except,
wait…
Yeah, we can’t see any of that. We see…
We did, however, get to spend some quality time with some quality people – The Frazeys!
The Grizz (Winnebago View - active duty)
1,800 miles and counting
The Hungry hippo (Popup camper - retired)
1,200 miles
The Gruffalo (Tow behind camper - retired):
12,000 miles and counting
The Baby Bison (Tow behind toy hauler - retired):
7000+ miles
Maine > New Mexico + adventures in between
The Great White Buffalo (5th wheel camper - retired):
3,000 miles
Free Range (Slocum 37 sailboat - resting; getting overhauled in Nova Scotia):
Traveled 2,400 nautical miles from Oriental, NC > Antigua (end of the road).