Last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether, a floatin’ spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the people in my life wrassled their way into my slumber.
And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn’ in the far away land where Nathan Junior was setting up camp with a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown.
And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I’d ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior’s progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments, as if he were our own, wonderin’ if he ever thought of us, and hopin’ that maybe we’d broadened his horizons a little, even if he couldn’t remember just how they got broadened.
If not New Hampshire, then a land not too far away, where all parents are strong and wise and capable, and all children are happy and beloved. I don’t know. Maybe it was Utah.
The trip home was filled with excitement. (Thanks, New Mexico!)
And did you know about Diesel Exhaust Fluid? Well, don’t let it get low…
Moab is high on the “camp here, now!” list.
Actually, the entire southwest is on that list.
Hey! That’s a nice looking rig!
I got Nathan Jr.! And Stewart’s RV was totally awesome. Adam (the head service tech) was very generous with his time — he made sure I knew what was what and that I was totally good-to-go.
Just to be safe, Nathan Jr. and I camped close by on our first night.
And I managed to get everything hooked up!
Look — running water!
Everything was perfect. Much fun ahead.
And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the Flaming Gorge in Utah. Gulp. But I’m getting ahead of myself… Let’s start with “Good morning from Wyoming!”
I’ve been making very good time over the past week, and Alison suggested I allow myself a 90 minute detour during my final leg of the journey. Why, you ask? Well…
The Flaming Gorge Scenic Highway is why.
And just to prove I was really there…
But seriously. This was all on the way to the GMC dealer where I finally got the “break-in” oil change! Thank you Auto Farm GMC!
Tomorrow’s a big day. Let’s get some sleep.
Good morning from Cozad, Nebraska!
The town was rather quiet on this Sunday morning.
I found a fantastic little place called the Green Apple Cafe to eat breakfast. The local town council meeting was already in session when I arrived.
And I made it all the way to Wyoming today. Not bad. Not bad at all…
Spent the morning digging around Rochester, NY for a newfangled oil filter for our ultra-modern 4-cylinder diesel. Thank you, Vision Buick/GMC!
Even so, I still couldn’t get the oil changed. Turns out, our new truck runs on the blood of endangered sea urchins and can only be collected every third Thursday during even-numbered leap years. No problem, I’ll make an appointment in Utah.
But whatever the case, this truck gets incredible gas mileage, which when combined with it’s oversized fuel tank gives it a remarkable 685 mile range!
Also, Ohio has really shiny rest areas. (I think they added these since I left 20 years ago.)
My trip began in the rain, but the scenery was still beautiful.
It occurred to me that I might want to secure the bins in the back. (Thank you Mr. Bungee!) Still not accustomed to owning a pickup…
Not sure why anyone would want to buy a moose a gift, but it turns out — in upstate NY, you can.
Today we said goodbye to our beloved teardrop. Tomorrow I head to Utah where a brand new Creekside 20FQ is waiting patiently for its new owners. Excited!