Updated January 21, 2022
My last RV trip was amazing, and I enjoyed (almost) every minute. We started out in September, just after Labor Day. I always start my trips with a visit to my daughter and her family in the Portland, Oregon area. On the way to her place, I stopped to get new tires for Bridget. Brand new tires for a very long trip!
Heading East – Our RV Trip Begins
As we made our way east, we visited Montana, my adopted home state. It’s so beautiful there and I always feel a connection. I stopped and picked up a bag of sapphire ore from the sapphire mine we used to visit when I was a kid.
We visited Yellowstone and Grand Tetons National Parks. We dry camped in a forest service campground and visited Devil’s Tower National Monument.
As our RV trip continued we visited South Dakota, drove through floodwaters on the interstate, and survived the worst onslaught of mosquitoes I have ever encountered.
We continued east through Minnesota, Wisconsin, and into Michigan, where we dry camped in a casino parking lot, hunted and found Petoskey stones.
Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New York were up next. On this leg of our RV trip, our overnight accommodations were a rest area with hookups and two different casinos. I had the opportunity to get my generator out and fire it up to charge my house batteries.
We managed to arrive in beautiful Vermont and New Hampshire during the peak of the fall colors.
One of the highlights of the entire trip was our time in Maine. We visited Acadia National Park, dined on lobster, and generally soaked all the atmosphere Maine has to offer.
Rhode Island and Connecticut were next. We were able to visit with family and, as always, take a lot of photos.
After our family time, we headed south making our way toward Florida for our November 1st reservation. We made stops in Pennsylvania, Virginia, and West Virginia. We visited Shenandoah National Park and enjoyed the famous Skyline Drive.
Then it was time to visit the asylum. Another highlight of the trip was my visit to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia. I hope to visit more places like this but strictly on a voluntary basis.
After the asylum, we made a beeline for Florida. Our RV trip took us through North Carolina, South Carolina, where we visited a beautiful church ruin called Sheldon’s Church. Then it was onward to Georgia and Florida.
Our Florida destination for the entire month of November was about halfway down the keys to Grassy Key near Marathon. We spent a month enjoying beautiful views, salt air, and tropical breezes. We also got to know the regulars at the Marathon dog park.
In December we headed north again. We found some last-minute openings in the Miami/Fort Lauderdale area and ended up staying there until after President’s Day. During that time, just by chance, we were staying at a Broward County park when an annual chili cookoff was taking place. Little did I know I’d be just across the lake from the stage where some of the biggest names in country music performed that day. I spend the day outside listening with a good friend. I had my first Cuban coffee, got flooded out of a campsite, and ruined my satellite dish.
I was ready to leave Florida because it was getting hot and sticky. I said goodbye to my friends and headed north to the Panhandle. Suddenly it was COLD. I’d been wearing shorts for three and a half months. The first morning after we arrived in the Florida Panhandle, I had to find my coat and long pants because the temperatures were in the 20s.
We left Florida heading west for Alabama where we spent a few days in Orange Beach then moved on to Mississippi for some service at the Airstream dealer in Gulfport. This was about the time we started hearing about COVID19 but it all seemed like background noise.
New Orleans was our next destination. I had planned to tour several plantations but the only one I made it to before things really started to shut down was Oak Alley. After a couple of days there I decided New Orleans was not a place I wanted to be if the world came to an end. At the urging of my family and due to my own unrest, I left there a few days early and began an 8-day, 3,000-mile marathon trip back to Washington.
Heading Home in a Hurry
I’m still so disappointed (but I understand) the 2020 International Airstream Rally I had been looking forward to was canceled. The rally would be ending just about now, and I’d be heading home from Colorado.
- 7-month trip duration
- 10,773 miles towing Bridget
- 34 states visited
- Visited the southernmost point in the US
- 5 National Parks and Monuments visited
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