A February Side Trip Holds Great Surprises

The open road on a loosely-planned side trip makes for extra fun

Sure, the big summer trips are amazing.  Thousands of miles and hours upon hours of planning go into the big bucket-list-check-off kind of traveling.  Sometimes, however, it is the unexpected side trip that provides beauty, entertainment and fun that you  just cannot plan for.

We recently did a wild thing – we bought a new camper.  We weren’t unhappy with our old one, but we did it anyway.  That is a story for another post on another day.  Today, our side trip is the focus – a 2,839 mile trip from Clermont, Florida to Carthage, Missouri, to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania – in FEBRUARY!

This was the fairly unplanned “February Side Trip” we took to pick up our new home on wheels:

The first half of the trip was loosely planned out (and the second half was hardly planned out at all).   I made reservations that kept us on a southerly route for as long as possible, before we had to turn north toward what the weather reports told us was a cold and snow-covered Missouri.

A restored Florida prarie, repleat with a small herd of bison and wild horses

Stop #1:  Paynes Prairie Preserve State Park, Gainesville, FLThe sole goal of this stop was to visit my baby, Ella, a bright 20 year-old (both in brains and in personality) attending college in Gainesville.  Florida state parks are notoriously difficult to get a campsite reservation for, but I snagged one night just days before our departure.  It is a pretty little campground in an even prettier little state park that was developed with the intention of restoring and preserving prairie land in the state.  Our little 20 hour layover turned into learning about what old Florida might have been like, and got glimpses into some wildlife that we had not expected!  We spotted bison far in the distance (part of a prairie restoration project), several armadillos up close, and two magnificent Bald Eagles resting in a tree far above us.  There is an observation tower and a small visitor’s center that are also worth a stop, and we are told that wild horses live on the prairie as well.

We ended our short stay with a visit to see Ella while on her 15 minute work-break at Walmart, and even had the pleasure of meeting her supervisor, a really sweet lady that spoke so highly of her single son and of Ella, that she had me convinced that Ella really should consider going on a date with him (naw, it’s not awkward when mothers play matchmaker, is it?)!

Two American Bald Eagles roosting in the trees above our heads!

We hope to return to Paynes Prairie Preserve some day to focus on hiking – and perhaps a longer visit with our youngest child!

Stop #2:  Grover T’s BBQ, Milton, FL – We have enjoyed our Harvest Hosts membership for nearly two years, and this addition to our adventures did not disappoint us.  With a wide open and level area to park for the night alongside several other RVs, we made our way into the restaurant for an early dinner.  One nice benefit of an overnight Harvest Hosts boondock is that with generally no water, power or sewer, the easiest thing to do is to take our time and enjoy our evening at our host’s business.

The menu is extensive, but as always, the brisket catches my eye

A polite and capable young man was our attentive server, and we discovered that all HH members at this stop receive a complimentary order of some darn good onion rings.  We added a LOT of food to our order, enjoying fried jalapenos, brisket, bbq, and an order of wings and ribs to go home with us!  It mattered little that there was only one type of red house wine.  We were in a rural area of Florida, where the food was delicious, our fellow boondockers were friendly, and the prices were very affordable.  Stop by Grover T’s some time if you find yourself in the Milton, Florida area!  You guessed it – for us it will always be a return trip when passing through the state’s panhandle.

Stop #3:  Big Creek Water Park, Soso, MSDon’t let the name fool you.  This campground is part of the Pat Harrison Waterway District and includes a beautiful 2,000 acre lake (and no “water park” as you might imagine).  It was a bit too cold and rainy for us snowbirding Floridians who have become accustomed to warmer temperatures. But the campsites run all along the lake and the sites are spacious.  We were only one of three campers on our loop, so our stay was private and quiet.

Our back yard for two days. It was a the jarring cold (after two winters in warm weather) that made us want to return when spring arrives.

The gem of this two-night stay was a day trip to nearby Laurel, Mississippi, the home of Ben and Erin Napier of HGTV’s Home Town fame.  I have enjoyed the show since its start, so it was fun to nerd out as a fan for a day.  However, Laurel is worth a visit even if you do not know the show, as the historic, once-deserted downtown is indeed bustling and alive in recent years.  We ate a great southern meal at Cafe La Fleur and stopped in a number of great little shops.  We ended the day with a visit to the Scotsman General Store and Woodshop, where they were filming the show behind a window that looked in from the store and into the woodshop!  

NOLA-style lunch in historic downtown Laurel
French dip and grits, among other tastiness

A gentleman acting in a public relations capacity (and an AZ transplant), answered our questions about the impact of such fame on a perhaps reluctant rural town.  We shopped and hung out while cameramen and production staff worked busily setting up the next shot for the show.  We saw other stars of the show (Malorie) and past homeowners that were featured in prior episodes (among them, Brooke and son, Kingston, from one of my favs – season 5, episode 1). It was a great day, discovering some of the secrets of Laurel.  Before we even left, I was ready to think about when we might be able to return for a deeper dive into a small town that is experiencing the wild ride of hope, restoration and fame.

The more I learned, the more I liked them.

Watching them shoot a scene from the Scotsman Co, into the glass viewing window of Ben’s workshop.

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Stop #4:  Twisted Lane Candles, Pine Bluff, ARHarvest Hosts includes a lot of wineries, restaurants, museums and golf courses, but this was our first candle shop.  Nestled in the middle of a residential neighborhood in rural Arkansas, we made a hard left and a sharp right and went all the way back to a little cul de sac that had a level, paved parking pad right in front of a cute little, fully operating candle manufacturing business (AKA a converted garage beside their home)!  After parking, we walked to the backyard to the back door where the owner was kind enough to share her story and business evolution.  

The straight lane before the twisted lane…

We sniffed every one of her available scents and we walked away that evening with some adventurous scents that are totally “us”!  I have long loved candles, but have also long-loathed food smells and too-strong flowery smells in candles, so it quickly became clear that I might just be in Twisted Lane Candle’s target market.  With no dyes, no frills, wooden wicks and some uncanny real-life often masculine scents (think Pipe Tobacco and Bourbon, or even Mud), you might just be amazed like me!  In addition to all of these great features, it is important to note that these candles last 60 hours or longer, depending on the jar (due to supply chain issues, they recently had to change their jars).  Never before have I found such a clean, slow-burning candle.  Check them out!  Even if I never get to stop back in Pine Bluffs, Arkansas, I surely will be ordering some more candles on her website!

The “she-shed” production building
One of our scented purchases to support our Host

Stop #5:  Coachlight RV Park, Carthage, MO

Our first look at our new rig!

We arrived at the place that was the reason for the entire trip!  We bought our new rig, sold our old rig, and had a great experience (yep, I hope to write that story soon as well).  But the secret sauce in little Carthage, Missouri?  AMAZING Mexican food!  A quick Google search for restaurants in the area revealed to us a heavy leaning toward Mexican food.  Generally not our go-to cuisine (for me, Mexican and Chinese foods are a once-in-a-while kinda thing), we relented and chose Habaneros Mexican Grill for a trip out on the first evening for dinner and a search for moving boxes.  

Always in search of the best Jalapeno Margarita, I ordered one with our server, who quickly returned with a bottle of jalapeno and cucumber-infused tequila.  Yep, I was up for it.  I followed that cocktail with Habanero Steak that included roasted vegetables and a baked potato.  What a deliciously spicy meal!  Andrew’s meal was equally enjoyable, but I honestly was so taken with mine that I barely noticed his meal (we are always willing to share a bit of our meals with each other to expand our culinary experiences)!

Cucumber-jalapeno infused tequila made it unique…the glass made it LARGE

Oh my, this dinner was soooo spicy and delicious – Habanero Steak!

A day later, in need of a lunchtime meal to wait patiently for our new rig to be ready for pickup, we went to El Charro and were just as impressed by the quick take-out service and delicious meals.  In both cases, these were locally owned, busy restaurants that offered quick, efficient and attentive service with some of the best Mexican food we have ever enjoyed!  We KNOW we will be back in the Carthage area some time in the next year (warranty work), and we will happily return to both restaurants.

Both businesses were decorated like the small-town, small-biz businesses that they were….an it worked.

Stop #6:  Craighead Forest Park, Jonesboro, AR As we left Carthage following our nine-night stay which included a lot of work and a little bit of delicious restaurant eating, we woke up, broke down camp, got into the truck, opened up the GPS and THEN decided where we would go next.  This was a big moment in our full-time RVing life, as it was the most unplanned travel day so far.  We had nowhere planned, we could point ourselves in any direction (except westerly), and we chose on a whim – Craighead Forest Park.  

Pulling in as the sun sets – a little too late!

Arriving at dusk, a big no-no in our travel world, we pulled into a city-owned 692-acre park that included a small campground and a 3.2 mile trail hike around a lake, which was just steps from our campsite.  Once again, we had struck waterfront-camping gold (one of my FAVORITE ways to camp).

We had the best campsite in the park

We found a campsite and checked in with the campground host as darkness fell, discovering that not only was the campsite only $15 a night, but they offer free all-you-can-burn firewood stacked up for campers to enjoy as well!  Unfortunately, we had more wind and rain than sunshine, despite deciding on a three night stay, so we will have to save the campfire for our already-desired return visit some day.

Our new living room front window did not disappoint on our first stop

The dogs especially enjoyed our walk around the lake and we were impressed by the many waterfront tent sites with wood platforms, many covered pavilions, recreation facilities and even a dog-jumping dock along the lake.  Yep, we’ve added this little gem to our list of places we would like to return to, but I would bet that when warmer weather returns, this first-come-first-served campground is tougher to get a site in.  I think it may be only a matter of time before the city of Jonesboro realizes their untapped market.  If they allow reservations and implement an online reservation system, they can likely charge double or triple a night in their high season and still fill up the campground every night.  Shhh.  I won’t tell them if you don’t!

Stop #7:  Natchez Trace RV Campground, Hohenwald, TNOut of 11 stops from Clermont to Gettysburg, we had only two disappointments along the way.  This was our first – a two-night stay at a Thousand Trails campground (we camp for free in Thousand Trails with our membership).  In trouble from the start, our RV Garmin GPS was unable to get us to our destination, in an area that was so rural, we had no cell service to call the campground or pull up a Google map, and no ability to turn around our new 37’ 10” RV beast until we wasted 1 ½ hours and the last bits of sunlight for the day (this would have been a helpful time to find an old Tennessee paper map in our glove box).  The Thousand Trails employee was a total savior for staying after closing time to help guide us to the campground (once we got a sliver of phone service), but we were all alone in the darkness trying to find an open site.  We used the days off to buy groceries, do laundry and catch up on bills and such, so we didn’t get to explore anything fun in the area.  We understand that there are some nice lakefront sites in the campground, and we saw that it is the future home of a “tiny home” community.  Unfortunately, we were tucked back into the darkness at the rear of the campground, filled with roadway drop offs, narrow turns and low-hanging branches.  A stressful stay that we hope to not repeat for a long while.

Stop #8:  North Georgia Hair Cutters, Dawsonville, GA

A covered pavilion and firepit are planned for future guests
A brand new Harvest Hosts campsite – with water and 50 amp electric!

For me, the best days are sometimes when you can combine some practical tasks with some pleasant experiences.  This Harvest Hosts stay was that type of overnight campsite for us.  This was our first Harvest Hosts stay that included water and 30/50-amp electric hookups!  Freshly paved and soon to include a pavilion and firepit, this business owner made it easy to pull in (again, as darkness fell – what were we thinking?!) and relax for the evening.  In the morning we made a small donation for the campsite hookups and I got a nice haircut at the salon before heading out for the day, hoping to avoid another later-than-we-would-like arrival that afternoon.  No sightseeing needed today – an affordable overnight stay where we met some kind and interesting people was all we needed to call this stop a success.

Stop #9:  Carolina Landing RV Resort, Fair Play, SCUnfortunately, our second Thousand Trails stay on this February road trip was also our seconddisappointment, but the saving grace was that we were close enough to welcome our first visitor in our new rig – our friend, Steve, who lives in nearby Pickens, SC.  Despite the poorly maintained, muddy and narrow campsites, we had a great visit with Steve on our last day in the area.  It was a far better ending than our start, which included three full days with no water.  We were happy to see Steve and catch up and we will also be happy to find a different campground for our next visit to the area.

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Stop #10:  Sycamore Lodge RV Resort, Jackson Springs, NCThis was our first stop as members of Coast To Coast, an additional campground membership we recently obtained to have affordable camping options when visiting family in Maryland and Pennsylvania.  This campground was a convenient stop on our way north and it was absolutely lovely, rivaling even The Campsites at Disney’s Ft. Wilderness (without Mickey Mouse and the four parks, of course).  Wide open sites, a peaceful large pond with a fountain, and amenities that include a Sunday church service, this campground is surely one to which we will return one day to enjoy the full two-week stay permitted by our membership.  

The towering trees made this stay beautiful – our first stop as a Coast To Coast member

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Stop #11:  Weldon Mills Distillery, Weldon, NC

The final stop of our “February Side Trip” was a place, like so many on this trip, that we liked enough to want to return to again.  Happily, this was our third visit to this Harvest Hosts site, where, in the past, we enjoyed a distillery tour, a whiskey tasting flight, delicious cocktails and the stories and experiences of the former JAG-officer-turned distillery business owner.  This visit was like the others – an opportunity to boondock alongside a half dozen other travelers, enjoy “happy hour” and trade our stories of traveling adventure.

Weldon Mills Distillery is still our favoriate Harvest Host location

They have creative cocktails both on and off the menu

I may need to make a merch purchase on a future visit

Our new home on wheels needs a name

As we drove into Gettysburg the following afternoon, we reflected upon how much we experienced when we pulled back on our planning and loosened up on our travel worries.  By making fewer plans and reservations, our ability to be agile gave us the opportunity to see and enjoy more.  When we discovered a place we liked, we extended our stay.  When we were open to “roughing it” a bit, we met people and places that we would have never planned on meeting.  

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This trip to leave Florida, pick up our new camper in Missouri and arrive in Pennsylvania for our nephew’s wedding could have been completed in fewer than 10 days.  But what fun would we have discovered in pushing so fast and so hard?  Not nearly as much as taking our time, taking the roads less traveled, and arriving just in time to see the nuptials. Two thousand, eight hundred and thirty nine miles (not including the lost miles in Natchez Trace) of little adventures and discovery, enjoyed over the entire month of February (plus one day), making life a little bit richer.  Our memories will last far longer.

Congratulations Madison and Jonathan!

Safe travels, and be sure to enjoy the side trips along the way!

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If You Build It (The Holiday Celebration), They Will Come!

The truth is, you miss your loved ones when living on the road.  While there are many families around the country and the world that live far away from their children, parents and siblings, it is a somewhat new experience for us.  We are new-ish empty nesters, so that transition can be tough even if you haven’t moved into a house on wheels.  But once you are mobile, every exciting destination is another series of miles farther away from those you love.

So it was with this distance in mind that we decided to try to lure our loved ones to us for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We believed that if we could find some great places to visit, we might just be able to host a big Thanksgiving dinner or a fun Christmas celebration from our little ol’ camper.

The dunes of Pirateland Family Camping Resort, Myrtle Beach, SC

Well, I think we struck holiday gold!

This is how we did it and how it felt.

Thanksgiving:  

Months before the holiday, we selected Pirateland Family Camping Resort in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina as our destination for Thanksgiving.  There was a chance the weather could be as warm as the high 60s, but also a risk of much colder temperatures.  Fortunately, the holiday week leaned toward the warmer side.  The other advantage is that Myrtle Beach is a drivable distance from Maryland and Pennsylvania where most of our children live and has a generally quick and affordable flight option from the Baltimore airport (but not from Gainesville, FL), so we could extend an invitation to more of our loved ones.

Welcome to our Thanksgiving campsite!

I love Pirateland because it is right on the Atlantic coast.  I have been there twice before, but my parents went there for many years, and like us, always in the off-season when the crowds are low, the prices are lower and the weather is mild.  This year, we booked a month, with a beachy site only five sites from the dunes.  Very affordable with longer stays in the off-season, campers can stay for as little as $30 a night, tax free for a stay of three months or longer.  

We could hear the waves rolling in from our beds at night.

We extended an invitation to all six of our kids, our future son-in-law, our moms and our friends, Steve, Kenda and Katie.  By the time everyone committed yea or nay, we were happy to discover that we would be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner for ten!  We booked an extra campsite for the days around Thanksgiving, and found a camper to rent on Outdoorsy.com (not an endorsement, but a decent experience), which would give the kids a place to stay comfortably nearby.  Steve and his family also booked an adjacent site, and arrived with their Class C RV.

The “kid camper” sat in a site alongside our own.

In the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, I collected seashells, driftwood and sand to create a pretty tablescape.  I painted autumnal cups for each guest.  We bought lights on a string and set up our Clam Quick Set Pavilion Camper (we love ours, but would have loved the Escape Sky Camper more, had it been available for purchase!) adjacent to the campground’s pavilion to create a windbreaker and larger dining and serving area.  We even put out our little outdoor Christmas tree, with fresh new color-changing lights to usher in the festive spirit.  Our Solo Stove (not a sponsorship of this site, just a big fan!) provided a warm campfire on chilly nights, and we stocked up on a variety of beverages and snacks for the surrounding days.  We shopped for spare blankets and sheets to accommodate our visitors and took a number of trips to the grocery store, much like we did around the holidays for many years from our sticks and bricks home.  The preparation was familiar and exciting to a mom that missed “nesting” opportunities with no children at home.

An outdoor dining room fit for a bunch of beach bums!

When Thanksgiving week arrived, we had friends and kids arriving on a few different days, which further built up the excitement as each person arrived.  Even my son, Lorne, was able to arrange a few unexpected days off from work and a last minute flight.  Ella endured long and circuitious flights from Gainesville, and Adalie made the flight despite flying not being her favoriate thing to do! It was the first time I was blessed with a visit from all three of my kiddos since our “Bon Voyage Crab Feast” in July 2020.  As the big day arrived, our hearts were full of joy, filled with nearby friends and family.  We embraced the busyness and slept a little more peacefully at night.

Many of the beach area campsites have covered pavilions, and we added our screen room to protect us from any weather that could interrupt our celebration.
No fine china here, and don’t worry if you get a little sand on your dinner plate!

We all shared in the meal preparation, as we found that any one RV kitchen capacity would struggle to provide such a large meal.  It worked out great because everyone was kept just busy enough with meal preparation but not too busy that we couldn’t relax as well.  We stood around in the sand of our Thanksgiving “dining room” to share a blessing and then sat down to a feast that rivaled any we had enjoyed for the years we lived more traditionally.  Andrew and I, along with Steve and Kenda, sat at the “old people table” and I smiled as I listened to the quiet chatter at the nearby “young adult table”.  Our children (and friend Katie), were chattering, laughing, joking and enjoying this now-very-rare time together.

Dinner (and dessert) is served!
Yum!…and a scene that gives a parent’s heart great peace.
Two tables for 10 (and some dogs)!

During their all-too-brief visit, some of us enjoyed an afternoon discovering some of the many thrift stores in the area, and nearly everyone left with a bargain or two.  We took walks on the beach and some made s’mores by the campfire at night.  By all accounts, Thanksgiving 2021 was an enjoyable and filling success.  Both my stomach and my heart were filled with all things good that week, with a very traditional, yet non-traditional Thanksgiving holiday.

Blessings from the sandy dunes of Pirateland Family Camping Resort.

Christmas: 

When we launched our full-time RVing life, it was a fairly new concept to at least half of our loved ones, so we wanted to begin our trip by inviting our kids to camp with us at Walt Disney World.  Alas, Covid had other plans, and for a variety of reasons, we postponed the trip one year so that we might instead celebrate “Christmas in January” in 2022.

After a year’s delay, the invitations were issued and the flights (or bus reservations, for Ella) were booked.  This time we used our pop-up screen room as a tent and we squeezed our camper and the tent into one site at The Campsites and Disney’s Fort Wilderness (if you are a camper, you gotta try this outrageously expensive campground at least once).  We decided early on that for this trip, we were gonna go “all in” on making this trip “all inclusive” for the kids, as this was going to be their (and our) Christmas gift all wrapped into one fabulous trip.  

So as each kid responded with the dates they could join us, we booked shuttle rides from the airport, bought park tickets, made park reservations, and learned how to maximize our attractions with Disney’s ridiculously expensive Genie+ service (like the old Fastpass service, but no longer free).

Park passes for EVERYONE!

I pre-assembled meals in the freezer for each day we had guests and then dumped the meal into the InstantPot each day upon return from a park for an easy yet tasty meal.  We stocked up on a ton of candy and healthy snacks that we could all take into the park each day (the food at Disney is costly, and mostly meh), and budgeted a daily stipend for each kid that they could use as they wish for food, drinks or souvenirs.

Pre assembled Instant Pot freezer meals kept us well fed in a simple way!
Plenty of candy (and healthy snacks) for everyones park backpacks
Beverages of all kinds!

Once again, we made sure the “house” and “yard” were decorated for the belated Christmas celebration, with string lights, garland, two mini Christmas trees and even artificial snow and snowballs on the ground.  We had travel hand sanitizers and holders, and mask lanyards to help keep everyone safe while in crowds, and handed out passes so that everyone could gain entrance to the parks and have photos taken by Disney PhotoPass cast members along the way.

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Because there was less overlap of visitors than we had hoped, we pushed through a four day stretch of visiting parks before we could enjoy a day of “rest” back at camp.  It was a complicated schedule that my dear husband, Andrew, developed so that each visiting kid could at least have an opportunity to see their “favorite” park during their stay, no matter how brief their visit.  It was successful but tiring!  

Throughout much of that week, Andy and I experienced moments of “parental peace”, which is an elusive feeling for parents and quite an oxymoronic term.  Perhaps it was the Disney magic, sprinkling a little Pixie Dust on our group, or maybe it was the fact that our kiddos were all now young adults, ages 20 – 30 years of age.  Whatever was the cause – we felt peace

Sometimes it happened as Andy and I strolled hand in hand, a few steps ahead of a couple of the kids.   We heard their laughing, cajoling, and complete excitement as they experienced Disney.  It happened as we watched two of the girls excitedly spot amazing animals on the Animal Kingdom Kilimanjaro Safari ride.  It happened again as we screamed and held onto each other on the Hollywood Studious Tower of Terror.  It certainly happened as we all got goosebumps and tears in our eyes, looking out across the sky at EPCOT’s spectacular laser, water, music and fireworks Harmonious show.  It even occurred when we happened upon our first Disney Characters in the Magic Kingdom that returned us all briefly to their childhoods.  In their presence we were witness to their happiness – and that is the secret ingredient in parenting that gave us the gift of “parental peace”.

In all, we were able to see each of our kids and our future son-in-law at one or both of our holiday celebrations this year, but we never had a moment when they were all with us together at the same time.  As is true for any mother, you never sleep as well as the nights that all of your children are under the same roof with you, and while we were not quite successful in getting us all there at one moment, for a group of adults, each with busy lives, we came pretty darn close.  When that night happens some day, when my husband, my three children, my three bonus children, and their significant others are all with us at the same moment – yes, I will sleep very well with a happy heart full of parental peace.

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Adalie, Lorne, Ella, Christy, Chris, Ben and Abby – we miss each and every one of you wherever we go, and we always look ahead to the next time we are together.

Love, Mom/Tina and Dad/Andrew

Safe travels and many blessings for togetherness in your journeys.

Cheers, from us to you. (When your loved ones cannot be with you in person, Google Duo on the beach for “happy hour” with my mom is the next best thing!)

Montana – Not A Tourist Trap But Rather A Great Destination

The DeSmet – on Lake McDonald, in Glacier National Park

Our Montana summer has been amazing, and this is my final post about our experiences there. Altogether, our month and a half in the state warranted five blog posts, each highlighting a different experience and area of the state.

In case you missed them:

This final post is all the touristy stuff we did with our loved ones that were visiting.  It was some of the best fun of our summer.

THIS is Montana – Not A Tourist Trap, But Rather A Great Destination!


Andy and I looked forward to this leg of our trip because this is when we got to share this amazing state with loved ones!  We were thrilled to find out that our friend, Steve, was going to visit us in Montana!  Right as his visit had to end, we then welcomed Christy and Chris, our daughter and future son-in-law (it is so cool that we can say that now! Go read my last post if you want to read those details!).  THIS was going to be quite the summer!!!

The shadow box in our RV that welcomed our guests and celebrated the great stat of Montana!

Steve flew in from South Carolina and caught up with us in Anaconda, MT at Fairmont RV Park.  (Side note:  We don’t recommend you stay at this campground, because the owners are miserable and mean, but not to worry, the facility was decent and the views pretty.  We made do without a picnic table or firepit).

The view at our “back door” at Fairmont RV Park in Anaconda, MT

One of the first orders of business upon Steve’s arrival was the need to share the secret news of the upcoming engagement with Steve.  Steve is the consummate planner, so we knew that he could be helpful in scouring Glacier National Park for some great options.  But first, some fun with our friend!  

We went into Butte a couple of times.  Our first stop was at the Granite Mountain Speculator Mine Disaster Memorial.  This is where we learned about hard rock mining.  We have seen signs of mining all summer, throughout Colorado and all the way north through Montana.  Most notably, we have been lulled to sleep by the sound of trains and train whistles at nearly EVERY campground ALL SUMMER (I think there was ONE campground not near a train track, but I honestly cannot recall which one it might have been).  We have seen signs of mining wherever we went and learned of how mining has played a role in the history of the west.

In Butte, the 1917 disaster was difficult but important to learn about.  An accidental fire in the mine led to the death of 166 miners on that fateful day, and more than a century later, we had the privilege and honor to visit the site and wrap up our hearts in the beautiful memorial.  It was well done and educational at the same time.  If you ever find yourself in Butte, this should be your first stop.

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Our next stop was equally telling and informative – the Berkley Pit.  It is a place where we learned of the tremendous and tragic environmental impact hard rock mining has on our planet.  While beautiful in a unique way, this once massive copper mining area is now a giant pit that has filled with a very caustic and dangerous mine runoff.  It was amazing to see how something so dangerous can also be so pretty at the same time.

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A gentleman that used to live in the area and had returned for a visit was at the site when we were there.  He was a great help at explaining the history and tragedy of the place.  This mining stop is worthwhile (and with a very small admission cost) even if you don’t think mining is of any interest to you.

The third and final touristy stop for us was also related to mining.  We spent a few hours at the World Museum of Mining.  It was an entire historic mining town recreated on the site of the former Orphan Girl Mine, which operated from 1875 to the 1950s and produced silver, lead and zinc.  Historic buildings were relocated from other areas and moved here to create a realistic little mining town and an immersive education into hard rock mining.  Most of the museum was established in the 1970s and is a little worn looking, but it felt as if that only added to the hardworking feel that must have been in place back when the original mining town popped up around the Orphan Girl mine.  It was an easy self-guided look into the industry, but guided tours of the mine itself were also available.

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While in the area, we did manage to eat a decent meal in town and we made a quick stop at The Historic Clark Chateau Museum and Gallery, a historic home that is now open for self-guided tours (you may also like the Copper King Mansion, but we were unable to tour the site due to limited tour times).  We also enjoyed a stroll down the street just to take in the beauty of some of the old homes in the area.  If you are a fan of old architecture, this is a nice home, but none that we saw came close to the MUST SEE old home we wrote about previously in Sheridan, Wyoming – Why, Oh Wyoming – Casper And Sheridan We May Be Back.

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The unexpected fun of the week was a road trip to “The Yellowstone”!  Yes, you read that right! Steve casually mentioned that we were within striking distance of the well known fictional “Dutton Ranch”, so it was time for a drive!  We headed out through some amazing scenery on a road that was higher, and narrower and prettier than we had imagined it would be.  Included was a photo shoot with our first ram sighting!  What a treat!  

Then it was on to lunch for what the guys agreed was the BEST.  BURGERS.  EVER.  at Bitter Root Brewery and Restaurant.  That is certainly saying something!  Lunch was really amazing for me as well (Gyro), and of course we had to try a couple of the locally brewed beers.  

Our next drive that day was to TV-land for a roadside peek at the fictional Dutton Ranch, but what is actually named the Chief Joseph Ranch, in Darby, Montana.  The photos show the extent of the visit (you cannot go on the property unless you are a guest in one of their rental cabins), but since that time, Andy and I have been re-watching and devouring all three seasons of the show in anticipation of the November debut of season four on Paramount!

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As we wrapped up our visit with Steve, we headed over to our next and perhaps most anticipated destination so far….Glacier National Park.  It was here that the guys got serious about honing in on the PERFECT proposal location for Chris and Christy! 

A little shopping with Andrew, Tina ad Steve in West Glacier Village.

The West Glacier RV Park is among my most favorite campgrounds all summer for a couple of important reasons:  1.  We were surrounded by mountains and a big sky that gave the state its “Big Sky” nickname, and 2.  We were only a couple of minutes from the park entrance.  We could not have asked for prettier views from our front door, brighter stars at night, or a campsite any closer to Glacier Park!

West Glacier Village RV Park with beautiful views on all sides
The view from our “back yard”.

We immediately ventured into GNP for an evening spectacular, discovering the gorgeous Lake McDonald and McDonald Lodge, which would be the centerpiece of some future fun during our stay.  We stopped along some roadside pullouts on the lower end of the Going To The Sun Road, and we looked all around for proposal opportunities.  Andrew had his eyes set on a hike to Avalanche Lake by way of the Trail of the Cedars and Steve set up mental photo-taking opportunities at the Sacred Dancing Cascades, which would also make for a most perfect scene for a proposal.  As darkness fell, we planned for a big day when Chris and Christy arrived, because we had only that one day to fully scope out the perfect location (and still help Chris keep it all a secret!).

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Glacier International Airport is only a 30 minute drive from the park, in nearby Kalispell and it is quaint and adorable.  We picked up our 2nd and 3rd guests, Christy and Chris, and headed over for a bite to eat, spontaneously selecting the Waters Edge Winery and Bistro, based on Google reviews and their menu of small plates, tapas and wine!  Three of us enjoyed wine flights, and we all enjoyed the food we selected.  The mid-afternoon time of day gave us the entire place to ourselves, and we laughed and smiled and enjoyed the joy and excitement that travel has on the soul.

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Once the kids settled in at the campground, we all agreed that in order to maximize our short time together, a drive into GNP was in order for the evening (this national park currently has ticketed entry, and without a ticket that day, we could only enter after 5 pm).  Because we had Steve’s rental vehicle, we made the venture all the way up the Going To The Sun Road (our truck is not permitted to go this far due to its size) to Logan’s Pass along the Continental Divide where we saw more rams, and down the other side, out of the park and all the way back around, late at night to our campsite, sleepy but satisfied with our day.  It was a beautiful evening drive on what many describe as the most beautiful road in the world.  What a way to end our visit with Steve!  He made his way back to South Carolina, and we look forward to our next visit with him and his family – currently scheduled for Thanksgiving in Myrtle Beach!

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The next day was all about romance and engagements rather than being tourists, and if you haven’t already done so, check out my post about how love took root in Glacier National Park for my step-daughter and her now-fiance’!

Now that the pressure was off all of us from the engagement, we did our best to relax and prepare for an evening boat ride on Lake McDonald.  Arriving a little early, we first peeked inside the historic and beautiful McDonald Lodge.  Built in 1913, and constructed of massive trees that were surely harvested from the area, the decor and structure of this lodge is quite impressive.  The area also includes cabins nearby, but the gem is the lodge with 82 rooms and a restaurant (closed due to Covid).  Because access in the park was much more limited at the beginning of the century, the beauty of the lodge faces the lake, because most guests arrived by boat in those early years.  But the entire property is still gorgeous, with overflowing window boxes and hanging baskets of flowers.

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We explored the lakeshore, shopped in the little gift shop, ordered some drinks at the take-out window, then boarded the historic vessel DeSmet, built in 1930.  We settled into some open air seats at the rear of the boat and relaxed as the sun began to set.  We learned about the stories that this largest lake in Glacier National Park has to tell and also enjoyed chatting with a family of newly FT RVers having an adventure in the park.  It was the perfect way to relax in the moment, and savor the special days the four of us had together.

Not to sit on our laurels, our next adventure began in the morning with a red bus tour to the Going To The Sun Road!  Our tour guide was phenomenal, with much knowledge of history and geology in the area.  Our bus was one of 33 in the fleet, and is considered the oldest touring fleet of vehicles in the world!  We had no idea the buses were old, much less historic and beautifully restored and upgraded over the years – they were exquisite.  The Going To The Sun road was just as amazing this time during the middle of the day as it had been a couple days earlier in the evening, but this time there was the added benefit of a guide that could answer all of our questions as well.  Our journey took a number of scenic stops along the way and ended at Logan’s Pass before turning around to see all the new views coming back down into the park again.  Any worries I had about “seeing the road twice” were quickly resolved.  

Will we look back at photos from 2020 and 2021 in 20 years and laugh at all of us with “mask-beards”? Mask-beards aside, these two kiddos and this red bus are all waaaaay cool!

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One of the coolest places we saw while in the area was not even in Glacier National Park at all!  For many months, Andy had been reading online about the famous and very popular huckleberry bear claw pastries that visitors drive hours to get in Polebridge, Montana.  Named so because of the bridge made of poles that used to be in the area, Polebridge features a mercantile, a saloon, cabins for rent and a LOT of wide open space.  It is 27 miles from West Glacier, on a largely dirt road and miles of mother nature’s best work only 17 miles from the Canadian border.

Chris, Christy, Andrew and I took the drive to Polebridge with only an expectation of bear claw pastries, and we ended up in a mecca of quirky, historic, and quite a busy shopping, eating, drinking and hiking destination!  It was incredible, and beautiful and a warm, sunny day.  We bought lunch at the Sasquatch Grill food truck that boasted poutine (a Canadian dish of gravy fries with cheese curds) alongside delicious curry spiced rice bowls that harkened from an entirely different palette and part of the world.

The Mercantile next door has been serving area residents and tourists alike for more than 100 years and sells much more than pastries.  The store was bustling and products ranged from cold beverages and baked goods, to clothing, postcards and camping supplies.  

For much of the summer, Andrew had also been following news reports of a wildfire that was getting close to Polebridge and our visit there was put at risk.  Thankfully for all, the fire was eventually contained and did no harm in Polebridge.  There was, however, a walking trail called the Transboundary Flathead River Interpretive Trail next to the property that meandered out into an area that had suffered wildfire damage years earlier.  We have been seeing the damage caused by wildfires all throughout our western travels this summer, but to walk among the damaged land and see it coming back to life was interesting.

Polebridge identifies itself as a place “where the west is still wild” and we now understand.  The businesses will close down in October and won’t begin opening again until April with snow still on the distant mountains, wildlife coming back to life and Montanoans ready to enjoy yet another brief summer in Polebridge.  

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These days in and around Glacier National Park wound up as the grand finale of our summer tour of the west.  It has been among some of the most incredible and special moments of our lives and the states of Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho and Montana are now solidly some of our favorites!  Shortly after our stay in this northwest corner of the state, we began our trip back east to take care of medical appointments, visits with our mothers and children and a bit of a more “regular life” for a while.  We leave reluctantly, but immensely grateful.  We have been blessed with safe travels and incredible experiences and will now be able to spend some time with our loved ones back east that we miss very much.  

If there are any suggestions we would give others that often tell us that they wish they could do what we are doing or declare how lucky we are, it would be this – expect the same for your life.  There are many adventures out there for all of us, in all places and at all price points.  Plan well to find out what your adventure might look like.  Become debt-free to make it possible.  Use the many changes in our world to find employment that will support your dreams.  Stick to a budget and save.  Start small, but start now, because you never know what time, travels and tribulations lie ahead for you.

Safe travels and enjoy your journey!

Thank you, Mother Nature for our most fabulous summer adventure!

“Everything is so big—the sky, the mountains, the wind-swept flatlands—it sinks into you, it shapes your body and your dreams.”

 Christopher Paolini

“Of all the memorable views, the best have been framed by Montana windows.”

William Hjortsberg

“I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana, it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.”

John Steinbeck

“It seems to me Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda.”

John Steinbeck

“My favorite state has not yet been invented. It will be called Montana, and it will be perfect.”

Abraham Lincoln
Huckleberry makes Montana a very purple state, and we Ravens fans love it! This is Christy, (along with us), shopping in West Glacier Village.

Our Montana – The BEST Of ‘The Last Best Place’

Part III of our great Montana adventure is what has been promised by me to be the best.  But the amazing adventures we had were expansive!  More importantly, there were two distinct and important things that happened…so much so, that I am breaking this down into two posts.  This post is all the loving, romantic stuff and my NEXT post is all the touristy stuff we did with our loved ones that were visiting.  It was some of the best fun of our summer.

THIS is “Our Montana – The BEST Of ‘The Last Best Place'”; It is the loving, romantic stuff that made summer spectacular!


Christine and Chris didn’t always love each other but that was simply because they did not yet know each other.  Years later, it is now very clear that “each other” is exactly what their souls were always looking for.  

Our daughter Christine, and “her Chris”

There was a time when they actually thought they each loved someone else.  When those first relationships ended, both were left a bit smacked with pain from an aching heart and a realization that despite their efforts, they had gotten it really wrong.  Thankfully, in a world full of free will that allows us to screw it up all along the way, God has a way of steering us in the way He wants us to go.

Christy was working an extra job as she ended her relationship and had recently moved in with her dad and me (her reluctant step-mother), to get her life back on stable ground.  She was emotionally fragile, as one might expect, and unsure how things had gotten so far off her life’s plan.

Chris and his father were regular customers at the little indoor/outdoor bar at a local driving range where Christy had started working to pick up much needed money and to keep herself as busy as possible to numb the hurt she felt.  The simple little bar served only bottled beer and single serve bottles of wine, and provided a fun backdrop for a business that entertained customers with a driving range, mini-golf course, batting cages and occasional live music and food trucks.  Chris and his father formed a fast friendship with Christy, aware of her relationship, but unaware of its looming end.  

Once the end of her failed relationship was apparent and official, Chris’ feelings for Christy became apparent as well.  She would come home with a smile on her face because of new friendships she was making, as well as tears caused by the turmoil of going through the end of a seven year commitment to someone that turned out to not be the right person, despite her best efforts.  She was learning that loving relationships require bi-directional fidelity and hard work to be successful. 

Still reeling from the shock of what had just ended, and in learning that most of her friends and family had shared a belief that the relationship was troubled from the start, she lacked confidence in her ability to discern what and who was best for her.  She filled her sad days with work from several jobs (bartender, dance teacher/choreographer, yoga instructor and eventually work in a dental practice) and a little casual dating to quell the ache in her heart.  Chris would have to wait a bit longer for something more.  She was learning that in order to find a lifelong love, you must be ready for it with an open heart and willingness to be vulnerable.

Over time, and with a lot of evening discussions with her dad and me about men and boys, feelings and falsehoods, Christy began to see that this young man who had entered her life had some amazing qualities.  We could all see his goodness.  To his credit, Chris wasted no time letting Christy know that he felt like she was someone he might very well spend a lifetime with.  At the same time, he was confident and patient as she stepped through the challenges of a scarred heart.  Christy was learning that as long as she did the work on healing herself, God would protect her and lead her in the direction of love.

She used her time at home with us to clean up the naturally occurring devastation that broken relationships can bring.  She dug herself out of debt, got on a tight budget and improved her career to seek a healthy and inspiring balance between necessary monetary earnings and pursuing her passions.  

Being a part of our home was also a way for her to build relationships with those of us that cared about her well-being but who had been on the outskirts of her life for quite some time.  As she was a child of divorce, our shared willingness to really talk about the tough stuff in all aspects of life brought about a healing of family relationships that had been forcibly broken, or in our case, had not yet even had a good chance to form.  

Finally living together in a loving household allowed great relational growth for everyone within its walls.  Christy and her step-siblings (of only three years at the time) began to form a wonderful fondness for each other.  She and I mutually benefited as well, talking and laughing and cooking (and a little drinking, truth be told) for hours.  We talked about (almost) every subject that had caused us pain over the years and we received a gift that was at first, mutual respect, then led to a friendship that ultimately turned into a special adult bonus-mother-daughter love.  

But the treasured outcome of the months that Christy lived with us was a healing of her relationship with her dad.  Her willingness to forgive past pain and his willingness to take her as she was, provided needed healing after ten years of emotional and physical distance.  Christy was learning that you are most prepared for a lifetime with a partner when you have the experience of a family around you that is communicative and supportive of each other and your new love relationship.

Before too long, Chris and Christy were officially “boyfriend and girlfriend” and she came home a bit happier each day, more confident in her emotions and more understanding of what she was learning about herself in the aftermath of a twice-shattered life.  

Christy and Chris – finally and officially a couple!

Our mistakes in life are sometimes just lessons that we need to learn.  The pain we feel is sometimes just God’s blessing in disguise.  Chris and Christy learned from their difficult life experiences and found tremendous blessings with each other at the other end of their pain.  Of this, we are certain.

So it was with humble hearts that we were able to be such an important part of the next big step of their lives several years later.  It was this past May, after we had been travelling full-time in our RV for nearly nine months that we rolled up our RV to visit our loved ones and our hometown states of Pennsylvania and Maryland.  It was here that Chris found a quick moment to ask Andrew if he could have Christy’s hand in marriage!  We had happily anticipated that this was the direction that their relationship was headed, but making it official was both a treasured tradition for the father, and a show of great respect by the future son-in-law – something that we appreciated greatly.  The next day, Chris followed up with us on a phone call, simply to express his love and appreciation for Christy and for us.  He further shared that he would like to propose to her when they visited us in Montana in late August/early September.

A happy “hello” hug in May was much easier for Christy and her dad than the “until we see you again” hugs we faced later in the summer

As we made our way through June, July and August, and through the states of Colorado, Wyoming and Idaho, the excitement grew for Montana, already a state on the top of Andrew’s list of favorite states he had NEVER seen!  We shopped in little cowboy towns and picked up a beautiful engagement card for the happy couple.  We scoured stores for a set of glassware to be etched with their monograms.  We even picked up some Montana “fan swag” to give to them, knowing that if she said “yes”, that Montana would quickly rise to the top of their list of favorite states as well!  

So excited was I for the happy turn that Christy and Chris’ lives were going to take, that I told our little secret to a couple of store clerks along the way.  These total strangers shared in our glee and loved to hear how this young man had chosen such a special destination to pop the most important question of his young life.

About a week and a half before their arrival in Montana, Chris called Andy again. 

“Could you help me find a great hike we can take that ends at a beautiful place?  I would like to propose to Christy there”, Chris said with a casual confidence that belies his young age.

“Absolutely!” Andrew responded with confidence.  We were happy to have some direction, because the anticipation of this big event, with no idea of any details, had been harrowing to a couple of parents wanting only the best for a very loved daughter and future son-in-law.  Now Andrew had a big job to do in picking a location that was proposal-worthy in Glacier National Park. 

Chris went on to say, “I really want to do this right after we arrive.  I am so excited and don’t want to wait.  Can we take the hike on Wednesday”?  Now we had a date as well!  September 1st, 2021 was the day that my bonus daughter was going to experience one of the happiest days in her life.

Now Andrew had some research to do, and we both had some important visitors to plan for.  While the options are endless in a place as beautiful as Glacier National Park, the leading contender quickly became Avalanche Lake, which is about a 4.5 mile hike (9 miles round trip) that began at the Trail of the Cedars and went to the end of Avalanche Trail, with a 730 foot elevation gain.

Upon arrival at the airport, Chris slid the ring to Andrew for safekeeping in a rolled up ball of (clean) socks and we casually “suggested” to our visitors that we take an afternoon hike the next day; and just like that, the plan was fully in motion.  The next day we spent the morning relaxing at the campsite around a campfire and pretending to be relaxed when everyone there but Christy had nerves of anticipation gurgling in their stomachs.  We were all feeling the pressure of pulling off such a special feat.

Even the view from our campground was a beautiful place to relax with loved ones.

The first glitch we hit was parking.  Despite the late afternoon hour, the crowds were still large and parking was hard to find near the trailhead.  Christy, always supportive, said “that’s okay, we can just come back at a better time tomorrow”.  I said a silent prayer to Saint Francesca Xavier Cabrini, (whose remains were buried next to a car park in New York, making her the patron saint of parking spaces!).  Andrew strengthened his resolve and assured us all that we would find a spot NO MATTER WHAT.

Prayers answered, and after an additional .8 mile hike down the Going To The Sun Road to arrive at the trailhead, we embarked excitedly on a magical forested trail.  It began on a boardwalk, in an area that was filled with wetlands, including ferns, moss and trickling waters all around us.  It seemed like a setting right out of a fairytale, where little gnomes might pop out from behind a tree stump at any moment.  There were of course towering red cedars, but we also saw giant hemlocks, cottonwoods and spruce trees.  It was as if we were hiking in the Pacific Northwest, with some trees that have thrived in this protected climate for more than 500 years.  

Trail of the Cedars was immediately a magical forested place.

The afternoon air grew cooler as we ventured farther into this miraculous looking forest, now excited about the magical place around us as much as the anticipated climax at the end of the trail.  We passed some falling waters from Avalanche Creek into a deep gorge full of blue water that pooled and swirled among the massive rocks.  We walked through an area where a 2010 avalanche and a 2011 microburst had twisted massive trees to the ground all around us.  We stopped occasionally simply to gaze into the forest and out upon the mountainous horizon of Logan’s Pass.  We received words of encouragement from fellow hikers returning from our destination, assuring us that the uphill effort was well worth the end that was now nearly in sight.

You could hear the sounds of water throughout much of the hike.

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  • Moss grew on the “rolling stones”…and on some huge rocks that hadn’t moved in a LOT of years.
    Avalanche and microburst damage brought down wide swaths of old forest.

    The storms of the past opened up the forest to some massive distant views.

    In the final yards of the hike, the terrain changed noticeably.  The trees became smaller and farther apart, and more wildflowers and smaller plants were springing out of the ground to absorb the additional sunlight that made its way to the earth.  We all grew quieter, and as we stepped down to the beach of Avalanche Lake, where we were immediately awestruck by its magnificence.  Photos never seem to do Mother Nature justice.  Before us was a massive lake, fully surrounded by vast wilderness, and towered over by mountains that provided an incredible backdrop.  

    Our first look at Avalanche Lake surpassed the beauty of any of the photos we had seen.

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  • The stones on the ground at the lake’s edge were smooth and in many sizes laid out on the soft ground, where perhaps we saw a couple dozen other hikers spread out across the shoreline.  Some sat and ate a picnic.  Another hiker was journaling quietly while sitting on a log.  Still others chatted with fellow hikers, sharing in the experience.  It was quiet, as we all spoke in hushed tones, almost as if we felt that an extra bit of reverence was important in such a special place.

    As we strolled along the edge of the lake, we snapped up photos and pointed out the varying views that surrounded us.  After a bit, Christy decided that she would remove her hiking boots and socks and roll up her pant legs so that she might immerse her feet into the chilled waters that are fueled all summer by melting snow and glaciers.  Off she went, smiling and playfully posing in various warrior yoga poses in the shallow water.  I heard a person behind us that was likely a yogi himself, giving her a shout of support and camaraderie causing her to smile again.

    Andrew and I took more photos as she immersed herself in the glory and beauty around us all.  Watching his girlfriend, Chris then said casually, “Christy, turn around and face the water in that pose.  It will make a really cool photo”.  She was happy to oblige his suggestion and as she turned her back to us all, Chris walked to the water’s edge and got down on one knee.

    Andrew continued snapping photos at a feverish pitch.  I tried (and failed) to operate my phone to take video of what was unfolding but found that my nerves overcame me.  I heard a couple of people in the background notice what Chris had just done and they audibly commented “oh look” and “look at him”.  Christy continued to hold her yoga pose, oblivious to what was happening behind her and thrilled in the moment that we had made it to this place.

    In what seemed like minutes, but was perhaps only 10-15 seconds, Christy turned around toward all of us.  In that moment, all she saw was her boyfriend, kneeling, and with arms extended holding a little box.  It seemed she might fall over, as her hands covered her mouth and she bent forward in shock and surprise.

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    No one was close enough to hear the quiet words that were spoken, but we were told that any speech that Chris had practiced in his head immediately disappeared in that moment.  Instead he spoke only the words that needed to be spoken, and seconds later, Christy, already sobbing and visibly shaking, nodded her head in response to Chris’ question.

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  • A few applause broke out among our fellow hikers spread out along the beach with us, a few cheered, and I found myself reporting on what just happened by yelling, “She said YES”!  Christy and Chris came together in a long embrace, sealed with a kiss, and consummated with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring being placed on her finger.

    Eventually, the newly engaged couple made their way toward us to settle in by a some logs on the beach, where we broke out a small bottle of champagne and four disposable “glitter cups” to make a toast.  We snacked on trail bars and were entertained by some very friendly chipmunks who came out to wish the happy couple well (and perhaps to see what crumbs we might drop).  Several other hikers congratulated them and the proud parents that had just been given the gift of witnessing such a special moment.

    After lingering on the beach for a while longer, we were reminded that our hike was only halfway complete, and we began the trip back before it got too late.  Andy and I hung back a bit, relieved that it all worked out so well and watched Chris and Christy ahead of us, chatting excitedly and holding hands as they meandered the trail back into the darkening forest.

    As if the magic of the day wasn’t enough already, it seemed that the fairytale theme continued as all the forest animals came out to bless the newly engaged.  We saw a woodpecker working diligently on a tall cedar and more chipmunks and a little ground mouse scurrying on the forest floor.  We also saw a momma deer and her two fawns snacking on the nearby leaves, only feet from us.  They allowed us to watch them for a while, living simply and peacefully in this eastern edge of the Pacific Northwest rainforest. 

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  • It took a couple hours to make our way back to our vehicle, and it was another six mile drive before we turned toward the exit of Glacier National Park and toward West Glacier Village, where our phones finally found cell service which allowed Chris and Christy to begin calling all the relatives back east to share the big news (Chris had given all parents and step-parents secret advance notice of the planned day, so they all were waiting excitedly to get the official notification).

    The extra .8 miles along the Going To The Sun Road (twice) was well worth the effort to experience such a special day.

    The rest of the days that Chris and Christy visited us were terrific.  We saw many beautiful places and drove to interesting new locations both inside and outside the national park.  We shopped in West Glacier Village and shared some good meals together.  As the visit came to an end, Andrew and I quietly counted the days when we expected to see any of our children again (after all, with Chris now becoming part of our family, we will be adding one more to our brood of six young adult children).

    “We will see you in mid-October.  We will be back east to visit then,” Andy told his daughter, who was already getting teary-eyed at the airport with the anticipated goodbye.  They exchanged a VERY long hug, which is a trademark Schmidt sign of affection, cried some more, and then the officially betrothed couple went quickly through security and out of sight for their long travel day home to Pennsylvania.

    Andy was immediately quiet and melancholy on the way out of the airport and during the 30 minute ride back to our campground.  When we got home, I gave him a hug and asked him how he was feeling after having such an experience with his daughter and her fiance’.

    He was visibly choked up, and in his typical emotive style said “it was such a great visit…and I am so sad because [it reminded me how] I missed out on so much of their childhoods.”  In the end, sharing in the experience of Christy and Chris’ engagement was a blessing to both Andrew and me and a truly healing moment for him.  

    Losing out on much of the parenting of his children and living a large part of their childhoods without their dad became a significant loss that changed all of them deeply.  Incredibly special moments like a hike to one of the most beautiful places on earth, where young love makes its official start, went a long way to healing hearts and brought us together as a family.  As we have all come through our individual suffering in life, we can clearly see God’s blessings, and perhaps a purpose for the pain.  We count the love found between Christine and Chris to be among the greatest gifts He has given our family and for that we give thanks.

    The future Mr. and Mrs. Chris and Christine Magee

    Blessings

    by Laura Story

    Montana is for SURE the last best place!

    Montana – The Second Best Of “The Last Best Place”!

    To say that Montana never ceases to amaze us would be an understatement.  So don’t be disappointed by the title of this post (you will understand later why the best is still ahead!). As we continued with part two of our three segment tour of the Treasure State, we set up camp at a quiet little campground in Island Park, Idaho called RedRock RV Park (which is really close to Montana).  We knew this might be a great stay for us when the road took us on a five mile gravel drive past dozens of dispersed campsites, into free range grazing land and around the massive and beautiful Henry Lake.  As we approached the campground, the sign said it all – “Shhh, it’s quiet around here”.

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    The campground is adjacent to public land on the back side of the property as well, so our “back yard” for two weeks was filled with wide open spaces, acres of open space for Calvin to enjoy being off lease, hundreds of friendly grazing cows and a smattering of boondocking RVs across the distant panorama.  This was our perfect jumping off point and only a 25 minute drive to the west entrance of Yellowstone National Park (which is actually in Montana AND Wyoming).

    The magic, as it were, began the next morning when we ventured in the direction of the national park.  The campground employees had told us to take our time on the little gravel road out to the highway, as it wasn’t too uncommon to see wildlife.  Sure enough, as we neared the end of the drive, out popped four giant male moose, with full racks of antlers covered in velvet.  They grazed along the side of the road and allowed us ample time to take photos and video.  They jumped the four foot barbed wire fence with ease, casually crossed the road in front of us, posing for more photos along the way.  Once on the other side, they continued their breakfast of tree leaves before wandering slowly into the woods again.  

    We were completely energized, having checked off a big item on our “animal wish list”!  We made our way through the little gateway town of West Yellowstone and into the mid-morning line of cars waiting to enter the park.  We knew that our late arrival would set us up for a crowded visit, but all along we had planned this day to be just a drive-thru visit to become assimilated and perhaps hatch a plan to maximize the coming days in the park.

    Don’t show up at the park between 10 am and 4 pm if you want to avoid crowds…

    The first and most lasting impression we had as we drove along the Madison River and deeper into the park was the immense grandeur and diversity before our eyes!  Crystal rushing waters, massive boulders, wildflowers in blues, yellows and orange were abounding.  It wasn’t ten more minutes before we looked out across a grassy valley along the river that we saw a herd of elk!  We quickly pulled over and stood in awe as we watched the huge animals make their way across their perfect habitat.  Elk sighting – CHECK!

    Watching them move through the grasses and water was a real treat

    That day I was able to wade in the Firepole River , where the rounded and colorful rocks under clear waters gave us a little glimpse into the beauty we would be seeing later in Glacier National Park (teaser to an incredible Part III of our Montana journey).

    The clear, cold Firepole River on day #1 in YNP!

    We stopped along the way at the less-busy “attractions” in the park that day, noting the location of the very popular sights so that we could visit another day at an earlier hour.  We quickly realized that this park is different in its topography with each turn we took.  Open grasslands, turned to mountain cliffs and misting geysers and smoke-pots.

    We left in mid-afternoon, just as much of the park started to empty out, leaving the wildlife to their privacy for the evening.  Hungry, we sought some “Linner” (a mid-afternoon meal that combines lunch and dinner into one meal) at the aptly named Firehole BBQ, whose claim to fame was their appearance on an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives (BIG fans!).  SOLD!  We were all in!  I enjoyed what was perhaps the best brisket I have EVER HAD.  Andrew had a sampling of ribs and a pork BBQ sandwich, which were equally rewarding (he had been hunting a good rack of ribs for weeks and after a couple of disappointments, was rewarded well in West Yellowstone).

    The restaurant was noticeably empty, and the young man that worked there said that this was nearing the “end of the busy season”, a surprise to us, feeling like mid-August was still the height of summer back east.  He went on to explain that the restaurant as well as most of West Yellowstone and even the National Park itself all shut down in the winter months, with cold weather not seen anywhere else in the continental US, and snow piled up as tall as buildings.  It was difficult to imagine on a beautiful August afternoon, but it was a solid reminder that this national treasure sits on harsh and precarious ground.

    Over our two-week stay in the area, we spent a total of five days in the park, arriving earlier each time than the time before so that we could beat the crowds and find the animals at their most active.

    We saw our first bison on day two in the park.  Having learned that it can be more important to watch for where cars are parked than watching for the wildlife itself, we pulled over on the side of the road and walked toward the gathering crowd.  In our not-so-distant view was a large male bison, laying in the grass in a light wooded area by a creek.  It was a sunny and warm day and he just seemed content to lie still while we took photos and admired his vast size and incredible beauty.  Wild bison – CHECK!  We were satisfied and exhilarated to finally see what Andrew had sought for a lifetime, and had no idea that in the coming days we would see hundreds more of these magnificent beasts.

    We were blessed to see animals of all shapes and sizes, nearly every animal on our wish list , and many others that we hadn’t expected (we missed out on seeing any American Bald Eagles).  There were many black ravens, as well as some yet-to-be-identified birds (perhaps you bird lovers can help us in the comments).  Even the little chipmunks were adorable.  We enjoyed a sudden visit by a coyote on a back road we were scouting (another couple had seen a black wolf on this road a previous day, so we were hoping to strike it rich with a visit).  More moose, elk, many fish, and then, near the end of our visit, we saw the gathering crowd witnessing a mother black bear and her two cubs.    They were perhaps 100 yards away, devouring a huckleberry bush in the comfortably warm afternoon sun.  There were perhaps 100 humans looking through their cameras and binoculars for hours as these amazing creatures of God entertained us all.  The “oohs” and “aahs” were heard among the park visitors as the bear cubs could be seen leaving the bush and wandering up the hill to a log, where they licked and swatted playfully at each other.

    The winner of our two-week visit was most certainly the bison.  We found many in both the Lamar and Hayden Valleys of the park.  Bison grunted, grazed, rolled in the dusty dirt to get relief from bugs, and occasionally, one male would tussle and butt heads with another as the males were in the rut and busy competing for females for mating.

    As you meet fellow visitors to the park, invariably, the conversation tends to become an exciting discussion of the various wildlife encountered.  Everyone is happy to share photos, video and tips on locations for the best sightings you seek.  One couple shopping in a gift shop alongside us in West Yellowstone witnessed the carcass of a recently killed male bison being scavenged by other wildlife.  While there, they watched a video taken by another park guest of two bison in full mating battle, and watched as one bison gored the other in the head with his mighty horn, killing him instantly.  Seven park rangers then labored to move the body of the huge animal to a safer location where nature would take its course in the circle of life, feeding an abundance of other wild animals.

    Beyond animals, the natural features of the land were like nothing we have ever seen before.  Old Faithful Geyser is the best known, and was absolutely amazing to see early one morning, but the beauty goes so far beyond this crowd pleaser.  The hydrothermal features included mud pots, lesser-known geyers, large swaths of downed trees from previous volcanic activity, bubbly fumaroles of gaseous waters, hot springs, steam vents and the near-constant smell of sulphur (one of the only times in my life the odor has not been offensive).  None of them disappointed.

    We stopped at many road turnouts to take a peek at the various interesting spots.  Side roads took us to outlying areas that felt like we were part of a secret in nature, and we even found our way to a very, very, VERY old (50 million years old) petrified Redwood tree.  

    A 50 million year old petrified Redwood tree

    We ate and shopped our way through West Yellowstone, enjoying one of our best dinners at the Madison Crossing Lounge (try their cocktails!) on my birthday.  We ate huckleberry fudge ice cream one afternoon, and we even had a great check-up visit to the West Yellowstone Vet one afternoon with Bug and Calvin.

    In what felt like a great departure from the camping life, we got tickets to see Disney’s Newsies at The Playmill Theatre, also on my birthday. It had been a number of years since we had been fortunate enough to see a live show (thanks, Covid), and this little summer stock theatre was just wonderful! The theatre was only perhaps a dozen rows at center stage and perhaps eight rows on two sides of the very small stage – so small that our seats shook as the actors sang and danced! At intermission, guests remained in seats and the actors brought concessions around for sale! Even as we left, we saw the actors dressed as ushers and ticket-takers for the next show of the evening; they truly did it all!

    In the summer, there are two shows each day and three different shows continuously through the summer! The quality of the performance was quite impressive overall, and the small atmosphere made for a very personal performance.

    The ONLY challenge we had (on soap box) was feeling comfortable in what seemed to be a warm vat of Covid – approximately 300 people (267 guests plus actors) packed into a very warm, very small theatre, elbow-to-elbow and knee-to-knee, with perhaps only a half dozen people choosing to wear masks. We went into the show knowing that vaccines and masks were not required, but we were not prepared for the tightness of the facility. Thankfully, we are vaccinated, and we wore our masks, and did not get sick, but I have no doubt that performances like these are part of what is driving the severe infection spread throughout the state this summer (off soap box).

    Another day found us in Ennis, MT where we had a great lunch at Tavern 287, wandered through the Nearly New (thrift) Shoppe, and Willie’s Distillery, where Andy added to his bottle collection and we chatted with several retired service members that were hanging out in town to watch the 8th Annual Montana POW/MIA Ride To Remember ride down the main street (motorcycles).

    On a long 12 hour “Sunday drive” road trip with the dogs, we combined a needed visit to Walmart (the best place to buy RV TP, lol) into a big loop south and around and up north again through Grand Teton National Park, which is adjacent to Yellowstone National Park.  We saw Jackson Hole and a number of little towns that catered to visitors with cabins, all terrain vehicles, biking, snow sports and much more.  We watched sunset at a turnout along another section of the Snake River, formed into layered terraces by glaciers millions of years ago, and then made our way through the evening pitch darkness through Yellowstone Park and back to our campsite by midnight.

    We even took a little day trip up to Big Spring, close to our campground in Island Park, Idaho.  It is the birthplace of a river, where we could feed bits of hot dog to the eager and abundant trout that swarmed the warm spring water that is the headwaters of the Snake River.

    In the end, Part II of our visit to Montana exceeded our already lofty expectations.  Some observations we made along the way, in no particular order of importance:

    1. There are no big grocery stores in much of the state.  The stores that are there are expensive and very busy and have a small town feel that made us stand out as outsiders.
    2. When visiting, enter the park EARLY.  The summer crowds are excessive frome 10 am – 4 pm, so plan accordingly to see the most sights and to have the potential of seeing the most wildlife.
    3. The population of all these popular areas swells significantly in the summer.  Island Park, Idaho, for example, has a population of 268, but has approximately 2.3 million visitors that stream through its main highway each year.
    4. We continue to notice that Montanoans are very friendly and welcoming in their state.  Since tourism is their 5th largest employer, they value our presence in their state and take great pride in being a part of such a special place.
    5. Many of the summer employees we met were not Montanoans at all, but rather out-of-state visitors that return each season to spend time in this outdoor paradise, earn some money, and then return to a warmer climate each winter.
    6. There are no sales taxes in Montana – and alcohol is remarkably affordable.  This makes for a fun time shopping and dining out!

    And finally….we agree – Montana is indeed THE LAST BEST PLACE!  

    Safe travels, and stay tuned for Part III – we promise this will be the BEST of the “last best”!

    When History Comes To Life, So Does The Painful Truth Of Our Nation’s Past

    The Indian Memorial at Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument

    Andrew’s favorite travel stop so far was in Crow Agency, Montana, which is the headquarters of the Crow Indian Reservation.  As the weeks of 100 plus degrees continued, we were able to use our America the Beautiful National Parks Pass for the first time with a visit to Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument.  

    The property’s 765 acres include a visitor center, cemetery, two memorials and a vast battlefield area.  It is located on two small plots of federal land with a large area of Crow Indian Reservation land in between, so the 4.5 mile drive through the various defense and battlefield locations took us past a gate and sign notifying us that we were entering private property (Crow Country).  It was on this reservation land that we paused for some seemingly free-grazing horses to pass, adding to the mystique of the historic land upon which we tread.

    There are a few ways to experience the battlefield, including an audio tour with point-to-point storytelling (if you can get cell service).  Without any service available to us, we instead picked up a map upon arrival at the Visitor’s Center, which marked and explained each stop or point of interest along the roadway.  We suggest driving all the way to the end of the drive to begin the tour, working your way chronologically through the days of battle, until you end up back at the visitor’s center.

    We used the road signage and the map, but this is a nice option as well – if you have cell service.

    There are signs located at each wayside with a painting of the landscape and positions of the Indians and US federal troops during the key days of battle.  So as we gazed across the vast landscape of today, we could see and reconcile those fateful days in history by matching up the hillsides and valleys with the painted sign images.  With that, I could visualize the nearly 8,000 Native American men, women and children living off the land in a village of tipis along the Little Bighorn River in front of us.  We could envision Captain Benteen’s and Major Reno’s men lowering themselves in the shallow gullies hidden by the barren ridges of the terrain.  When they failed to make it to where General Custer’s men were located, the story of Custer’s last stand came to life, and we were able to stand at the monument where he and all his men fell in resounding defeat by the Lakota Sioux, Northern Cheyenne and Arapaho warriors.  

    Throughout the battlefields, archeologists and historians have worked hard to find, identify and mark the location of every man that perished that day.  Seeing the little white stone markers spread across the prairie landscape was a moving and ghostly experience, as it helped me to visualize the full tragedy of one historic battle in the lengthy decimation of our country’s native people and their peaceful way of life.

    Standing at the top of Last Stand Hill, where Custer and his men dug in for their fateful end at the hands of White Bull and his fellow warriors, Andrew felt the full force of what happened on that day in history.  Having always been a fan of history, he wanted to use all his senses to experience this place where brave men on both sides of the battle fought for what they thought was right.  Looking out over that hillside, he could see the markers of the fallen all around, he could hear the echoes of warrior battle cries from one side of the sad fight and touch the ground upon which federal troops fell from the other side.  He could practically taste the pain of the Native Americans in the oppressive heat of the day as they fought for their way of life, and smell the hubris and impatience of Custer and his men.  The result was both predictable and unexpected at the same time.  This is what makes history so fascinating.

    The most interesting part of the visit for me was to see how, as a nation, we are still struggling to find a balanced way to tell our story.  Since 1976, the American Indian Movement (AIM) had been formally protesting the reverence of Custer and presentation of the site as part of a heroic saga in American military history and the expansion into the American West.  They instead argued for a more accurate representation of what was happening across the west – a battle to protect their nomadic way of life on land they had been occupying long before European Americans landed on the continent.  The loss of the Native American way of life needed to be part of the history being told.

    It wasn’t until 1991 that the site was renamed, removing the name Custer from the title, and approval was given to build an Indian Memorial onsite (whereas the well-known Seventh Cavalry Memorial on Last Stand Hill had been erected in 1881).  Completed in 2003, the Indian Memorial was the most telling and dramatic part of the site for me.  Built in a simple circular pattern of carved stone walls, it honors the Native Americans who struggled to preserve and defend their homeland and traditional way of life. Their heroic sacrifice was finally and formally recognized, and the stories and quotes that were most important to each tribe were etched into the stone.  On the distant edge of the memorial, rises a large Spirit Warrior Sculpture, showing warriors riding horses into battle against the backdrop of the wild Montana sky.

    Following our hours-long visit to the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Memorial, we stopped at a nearby cafe and gift shop for a meal and a much-needed pitcher of ice water (interestingly, still named “Custer Battlefield Trading Post and Cafe”).  We sat in this simple local establishment, among several tables of tourists and several tables of local Native Americans.  I noticed the whiteness of each tourist’s skin and contrasted it with the beautiful dark skin and hair of the Native Americans nearby, whom I thought were perhaps Crow, as we were sitting in Crow Agency, Montana.  

    Custer Battlefield Trading Post and Cafe’ – photo credit: Facebook.com
    Custer Battlefield Cafe’ – photo credit: mtstandard.com

    After a while, a table of young Native American men and women were joined by another group from the next dining room and they laughed and socialized.  In many ways they were typical teenagers and young twenty-somethings in their dress and mannerisms.  But in other ways, you could see their history and culture come to life, in their manner of speaking, with the long braided hair for some of the girls and with decoratively shaved hair or sharp, short, upright pony tails worn by some of the boys.  I smiled at the thought of how they strived to keep their culture alive so many generations after the loss of their traditional way of life.

    It was then that this group of perhaps a dozen young adults broke into song with a rendition of Happy Birthday for one of their seated friends.  As the oh-so-familiar song ended and applause broke out across the dining room for the birthday girl, you could hear the distinct and familiar Native American celebratory trill, I believe also known now as “lele”.  A number of the youngsters were cheering in celebration with the historic ululation of their ancestors.

    It struck me that today’s Native Americans find their history and culture important to keep alive, even as all of our cultures continue to be watered down over the generations in this melting pot nation.  As German Americans celebrate Oktoberfest around the country, and Irish Americans celebrate St. Patrick’s Day and Mexican Americans enjoy Cinco de Mayo, Native Americans also live out their history and traditions.  Every culture has its special foods, celebrations, songs, clothing and ways of living to keep our ancestors alive in each of us.

    As each generation travels through time, it is my wish that we all remember these unique differences carried forward from our ancestors, while at the same time, continue to grow together more than we grow apart.  May we enjoy a growing peace and understanding, so that the painful and uglier parts of our shared histories become stories that we tell about lessons we have learned.

    Safe travels and enjoy the discovery of our history!

    Native American Quotes

    In 1990, President George H. W. Bush approved designated November “National American Indian Heritage Month” to honor the culture, traditions, music, crafts, dance, and ways and concepts of life of Native people of the United States.

    “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”

    – Chief Seattle, Duwamish

    “I do not think the measure of a civilization is how tall its buildings of concrete are, but rather how well its people have learned to relate to their environment and fellow man.”

    – Sun Bear, Chippewa

    “If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them and what you do not know, you will fear. What one fears, one destroys.”

    – Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh Nation

    “We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can’t speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.”

    – Qwatsinas (Hereditary Chief Edward Moody), Nuxalk Nation

    “I have heard you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don’t want to settle. I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die.”

    – Chief Satanta, Kiowa

    “Honor the sacred. Honor the Earth, our Mother. Honor the Elders. Honor all with whom we share the Earth:-Four-leggeds, two-leggeds, winged ones, Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people. Walk in balance and beauty.”

    – Native American Elder

    “If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace… Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow.All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief.They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it…”

    – White Elk

    “Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers,free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.”

    – Heinmot Tooyalaket (Chief Joseph), Nez Perce Leader

    “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”

    – Chief Seattle, 1854

    “What is Life? “It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. The True Peace. The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells Wakan-Taka (the Great Spirit), and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us. This is the real peace, and the others are but reflections of this. The second peace is that which is made between two individuals, and the third is that which is made between two nations. But above all you should understand that there can never be peace between nations until there is known that true peace, which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men.”

    – Black Elk, Oglala Sioux and Spiritual Leader (1863 – 1950)

    “Hold on to what is good, Even if it’s a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe, Even if it’s a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do, Even if it’s a long way from here. Hold on to your life, Even if it’s easier to let go. Hold on to my hand, Even if someday I’ll be gone away from you.”

    – Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 – 1890

    “The Holy Land is everywhere.”

    – Black Elk

    “We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.”

    – Dakota Tribe

    “All who have died are equal.”

    – Comanche People

    • SOURCE:  xavier.com

    Visiting “The Last Best Place” Does Not Disappoint!

    Montana, known as the “last best place” has not disappointed, but especially not here in the Jefferson River Canyon, likely still looking much like it did when Lewis and Clark explored the area oh so long ago.

    For his entire adult life, my husband Andrew has kept one bucket list location in his heart.  Montana.  Known to him only by reputation, the state of Montana was his representation of peace, tranquility and escape from what troubled him.  He always imagined himself, his dog Jake, a log cabin, a big stack of firewood and a long snowy winter with mountain views and purposeful isolation.

    When we began “re-dating” in 2014, he shared his “big sky country” dreams with me.  His dream evolved into our joint goal.  As our dating life moved on to married life, and as our travel plans evolved into a traveling lifestyle, Montana became number one on our destination list.

    Montana, here we come!

    So it was on July 21st, 2021 that we crossed the border from Wyoming into Montana in our big Ford dually, towing our Grand Design RV home on wheels!  Quite literally, we got goosebumps and cheered while driving down the highway past the “Welcome to Montana” sign.  Andy instantly called his mom to share the excitement, since she knew all too well how much arriving in this location meant to his soul.

    Cheers and high fives…we made it!

    With the caveat of a two week campground stay just over the border in Idaho (to visit Yellowstone National Park in Montana and Wyoming), we will be exploring Montana for 56 days before leaving on about September 15th on our way to South Dakota!  Even in our Idaho campsite, we look out across our Northern “backyard” of public land and see vast mountains that are located in Montana.

    Now nearly halfway through our Montana adventure, we are here to report that the state has not disappointed in the least!

    As bucket list items go, one could argue that Andrew didn’t exactly get what he imagined for his Montana experience.  Andrew didn’t make Montana a solitary experience as he has always dreamed it would be.  He didn’t stay in a cabin with mountain views.  There was no snow at our feet this summer in the “Treasure State”, and with warm summer temperatures, an endless fire in the fireplace with a big stack of wood didn’t happen either.  And sadly, loyal and wonderful Jake did not live long enough to make the trip west by Andrew’s side.

    But he would probably share that the real life version of his bucket list to “the last best place” has filled his soul in a bigger, deeper way than a check-mark on a list.  Our “cabin in the woods” was our RV, set up next to wide open spaces on and near state and public lands.  Our fireplace and stack of firewood was instead a rare evening campfire on a cool night, and the snow was only occasionally glimpsed on a far away mountain top.  And while Jake was with us in spirit and thought, we had three other furry friends by our side the entire way; Bug, Calvin and Stencil have loved Montana as well! 

    It isn’t a mountainside cabin in the Montana forest, but our little cabin on wheels has ever changing and beautiful scenery.

    The most important part for both of us, however, is that we did it together.  Because all these years of imagining his solitary journey to Montana was really a beautiful way to escape what was unhappy in his life.  His Montana dream was a way to safely frame for himself and others that he wanted peace and love in his life.  As is always the case, God listened and led.  Andrew listened and followed.  He no longer wants to be alone with his dog and escape to a snowy wilderness.  He (and I) wanted a loving partner with whom he could share the rest of his life. Whether that life led him to Montana or around the world mattered little anymore, because his life became the journey rather than the destination.

    God led us. We are now companions on the journey.
    This song has been a fav of mine for a really long time, but as we gaze out over something spectacular on this leg of the trip, or sit with new or old traveling friends by the campfire, or when I simply take a quiet walk in the cool morning air, I am reminded of this song and the beauty of all of our journeys in life.

    WHAT WE SAW AND WHERE WE SAW IT

    Stop 1 – Billings, MT – We stayed at the first-ever KOA campground, and it was quite nice (I am not usually a fan of KOAs, but this one was one that we enjoyed).  It sits right alongside the Yellowstone River, which is beautiful with its white shores and perfectly smooth and rounded stones of all sizes in the river bed.  

    Oddly, this is also the place where a camping neighbor and I witnessed a trailer being hauled through the campground a bit too fast…and with their awning still completely extended!  Luckily, they noticed their lapse in “careful campsite take-down” and stopped up the road before they got on the highway (mental note to myself to be extra careful on travel days, ‘cause we don’t wanna be THAT guy!).

    We adventured into downtown Billings and found a great locally owned non-profit fair trade store called Global Village where we bought some fabulous gifts for family members.  We bought some books and goodies at non-profit This House Of Books, a unique co-op style bookstore aiming to keep small-town bookstores alive!  

    We also found our way to Billings’ downtown farmer’s market where we were sure to get some Flathead cherries, a Montana summer tradition.  We came home with an armful of corn on the cob, chokecherry jelly, cheese balls, perfectly ripe peaches and handmade tortillas, all local products that make Farmer’s Market shopping a favorite pastime of ours.

    The next visit in our travels is perhaps Andrew’s favorite so far.  As the weeks of 100 plus degrees continued, we were able to use our America the Beautiful National Parks Pass for the first time with a visit to Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument.  The telling of our experience will be a story for a future post, as it is an important and special place that deserves more time and attention than I can provide here.  To be sure, any trip to the state should include a visit to this historic site.

    Fun music at the Farmer’s Music!

    Stop 2 – Livingston, MT – Osen’s RV Park was conveniently located just a few minutes drive from Livingston.  It is neat, quiet and has one of the nicest, cleanest and lushest dog parks we have seen out west so far (security cameras on the fence overlooking dog owners might be the key to getting certain folks to clean up after their dogs).  The new campground owners were hospitable and we enjoyed the quiet and simplicity of the park and the small grassy plots at each site.

    Livingston was a great little walkable town despite the continuing heat wave and limited vistas due to smoke from distant wildfires.  We found fun little shops and restaurants and as has been the theme this summer, many friendly folks. 

    In a quirky coincidence, we happened to shop in and visit with the very nice owner of Dan Bailey’s Outdoor Company while visiting Livingston.  We learned about his love of cycling and fly fishing. We met his dog (we have met several great dogs in local fly fishing stores) and shared a little of our travels with him as well.  The very next day, that store owner was in the news with a follow-up story to an incident that occurred between Fox’s Tucker Carlson and a man named Dan Bailey in the same store in Livingston just days before our arrival!  The incident was recorded and the posted video went viral.  Given that this verbal altercation was initiated by a man with no connection to the store bearing his name, the store’s owner felt it important to clear up any confusion that followed and distance themselves from the incident.  So up popped this story shortly after we visited, with the friendly owner speaking of the incident that had brought them national attention for unwanted reasons.  Small world….or is it big brother Google that noticed that my phone had been at that store?

    Our best meal was at the joint venture of Gil’s Goods (the food) and The Murray Bar (where we ate the food).  Filled on a busy weeknight with authentic cowboy hat-laden locals, outdoorsmen and visitors, we sat at a high-top table and enjoyed a delicious meal.  My Greek salad an Falafel (yes, in MT) was among the best I have had for quite a while, Andy’s brick-oven pizza was a good treat and our drinks of choice were extremely affordable.  Andrew’s go-to of Crown Royal on the rocks was a generous double pour and my jalapeno margarita was very well crafted, with jalapeno flavor infused into the tequila onsite.  

    We then wandered across the street to Uncorked, a wine bar and store set in an old train depot that was relegated to the outdoors due to Covid.  It turned out to be a great evening on a covered patio, sitting by the train tracks and bustling with a few other busy tables.  We shared a bottle of wine, enjoyed talking with a table of local senior citizens out for an evening of wine and charcuterie plates, and watched the rhythmic coming and going of the trains.

    We spent our 6th wedding anniversary (August 1st for those kiddos that missed it) taking a beautiful Sunday drive with the dogs through nearby Paradise Valley and the Custer Gallatin National Forest.  With scenery that wanders along the Yellowstone River, this valley is a place that we could find ourselves building that cabin of our dreams (if not for the price tag of land in this state!).  

    We took an impromptu detour into the forest and found ourselves on a tiny dirt road, passing bible camps, beautiful ranches, private getaway cabins and backcountry camping in tents and trailers of varying sizes.  As we rounded a turn in the low mountain terrain, we came upon what we later found to be the location of a devastating wildfire in 2013.  It was incredible to see how the fire jumped over valleys and took turns on certain mountainsides, only to decimate what ultimately was hundreds of acres.  

    Now more than eight years later, the green underbrush and wildflowers are growing among the blackened sticks of the mature trees that once stood over them.  It will take quite some time for full restoration to occur, but it was both a sad and beautiful way to see Mother Nature work her magic.  What began as a lightning strike, raged into a wildfire that cleared an area of forest that will eventually fully rejuvenate as part of a natural and needed process.  At a time when we struggle as a world where wildfires are too frequent and too large due to the manmade harm from global warming, it was a moment of balance to be reminded that great good can still come from great devastation.

    Bug and Calvin loved the large plush dog park at Osen’s RV Park
    Wine bar with a train serenade

    Stop #3 – Whitehall, MT – Whitehall, Montana is about 50 minutes from Bozeman, but we ended up with less time to explore than we had anticipated because shortly before arriving, we discovered a cracked rim on a truck tire which needed replacement sooner than later.  We pre-ordered the rim to be shipped to Bozeman ahead of our arrival and then lucked out on getting it replaced when we arrived because someone else with an appointment was a “no-show”, opening up a fortuitous slot for us as we stood before the employee explaining our plight (we drove nearly an hour to get here, we are only going to be in the area for a week, and this is our only vehicle – “so can you help us?”).

    Back in Whitehall, we were excited to see the absolutely stunning and open layout of the Lewis and Clark Caverns State Park.  We were conversely disappointed to see that we had NO cell service throughout most of the campground.  This situation made the perfect opportunity to install and test out our WeBoost cell signal booster.  Once installed, we were happy to at least get one or two bars for the rest of our weeklong stay (we had read that a booster can improve low service, but cannot provide service where none exists, so even the slight improvement helped us conduct required vacation rental business during our stay).

    The highlight of our stay was a two-hour Classic Tour of the Lewis and Clark Caverns.  It was about a ¾ mile hike to the entrance of the cave, complete with dramatic vistas of the valley and Jefferson River Canyon (a tributary of the Missouri River).

    The tour itself had an interesting start where we had to remain silent and wear masks to protect the bats that lived just inside the entrance, so as to keep them calm, safe and healthy.  Once we walked deeper into the cavern, we crouched, shimmied and even slid on our bottoms at times through the many-leveled caverns.  With a quick refresher course in minerals, geology, stalagmites (from the floor) and stalactites (from the ceiling), we looked on in wonder at the physical beauty and the great history.

    Explorers Meriwether Lewis and William Clark never actually discovered the caverns, but they camped below on the Jefferson River and explored the surrounding area, so they were credited for their work by naming the park and the caverns after them.

    One nice feature about this tour as compared to the ghost cave tour we took in Colorado in June, is that it was well lit and had many railings installed along the way.  Stairs were carved into the limestone which helped me maneuver more comfortably in the shadows and uneven flooring.  Also, the tour began at one end of the cave and ended many feet lower on the mountainside, where a long tunnel had been blown through the stone for easier egress.

    While in the area, the heat wave finally broke free when several days of periodic storms brought cooler temperature and some much needed rain.  Much of the wildfire smoke that we had been seeing since arrival in Colorado in June was finally clearing out on some days, and we were much more comfortable and able to enjoy the outdoors even more.

    The next stop upon which we will report is actually a two-week period of time when we will LEAVE Montana for camping, so that we can have cloe access to the West entrance of Yellowstone National Park!  But there is much more Montana ahead for us this summer, so stay tuned!

    Safe travels, and may your bucket list journey be filled with joy and discovery!

    You’ll be with us always, Jake, in our hearts and memories!

    Why Oh, Wyoming?! Casper and Sheridan, We May Be Back!

    Stops #2 and #3 in Wyoming

    The road through Wyoming was unique in its beauty.

    Life still happens when you are a full-time traveler.  It is not a perpetual vacation.  This leg of our summer of travel fun got hit with a little bit of “life”, smack in the middle of Wyoming.  We had planned that the last two of our three stops in Wyoming were going to be filled with a couple of hikes, a stop at a rodeo, some downtown historic district shopping and a mix-in of a museum or two.  Instead, we had to go with “Unplanned Plan B”.

    “Unplanned Plan B” really ain’t so bad after all.

    We did enjoy a delicious restaurant meal, but much of the rest of our time in Casper and Sheridan Wyoming ended up at home – watching movies, eating (waaay too much ice cream), crafting (I can’t wait to show you some of my recent crafts!) and catching up on household duties (yes, ya still gotta pay bills, run the biz and clean the house as a full-time traveler).

    Perhaps it was something in the water, but within two days of arriving in Casper, we all started needing to stick very close to the bathroom – and I mean ALL of us.  The dogs, the humans and ultimately, even the cat.  At first, we thought only Calvin was having issues.  Then we spent a couple of days feeling very “off”.  When we thought Calvin was in the clear, we ventured out for a few hours, to do some exploring and enjoy a meal at a local steakhouse, only to come home to find that Bug also was now suffering the same fate…ALL throughout the camper.  Sigh.  It was then that we decided that sticking close to our RV home was our best “Unplanned Plan B”.

    What, we have to go with “Unplanned Plan B”?!?!?
    Welcome to Casper – where things won’t work out quite like you planned!
    The drive throughout WY was exceedingly dry, but occasionally we saw refreshing water scenes like this one, on the way to Casper.

    When it came time to move from Casper, north and west to Sheridan, we felt like the dogs were well enough to travel, only to discover an hour into the trip that Stencil the cat was suffering a similar fate.  Worse yet, she was struck as we were driving up the highway.  She became agitated and meowed and complained (not unusual for her on travel days – just about the only thing she hates about the RV life).  Then the complaining paused and we smelled the distinct odor of a cat that had just had an accident in her crate.  With no pull-offs or rest stops in sight, and not really sure how to safely resolve the issue and clean up the cat on the side of the highway with only a water bottle, we drove the next hour and a half with the windows down.  Thankfully, it was a short travel day and Stencil settled down and found a place to rest in the back of her crate and away from her offending odor.

    Bug recovered and found a way to completely relax on this travel day!

    We arrived at Peter D’s RV Campground, cleaned up the cat and her crate, set up our home on wheels, and almost immediately, the hottest of the HEAT set in.  It had been in the 90’s for days, but for the remainder of our stay, the effects of global warming were apparent, with record-breaking temperatures between 99 and 109 degrees for days on end.  Additionally, the wildfires, still many miles away in Montana, Oregon, California were spewing a grey haze of smoke throughout Wyoming.  Each day, as our pets healed, we did our best to keep the A/C running and the camper cool.  The shades were pulled, a blanket was hung over the door window to reduce the sun’s impact, and we managed our electricity use to prevent any further problems (the electric capacity was being taxed since it was so hot that most folks decided to stay home each day).  The smoke and heat beat out some exploration of Wyoming.

    Instead of Plan A, full of fun visits and exploration, we wound up our visit to Wyoming mostly at home.  The nice thing that I learned about this experience is that it was really nice (once everyone’s intestines were settled, at least).  We are blessed to be living this semi-retired, traveling lifestyle.  We don’t have to feel rushed or compelled to “cram it all in” to a specific timeframe.  We didn’t get to see and do Wyoming like we had planned, but we can return some time and try again.  Perhaps we will pass through here again this fall on the way to Denver for the Broncos-Ravens football game (that is another adventure we have in the planning stages!).  Wyoming will be cooler then – and this time, we won’t drink the water.

    (The fun we still had):

    We were able to stop by the National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center in Casper during our stay.  Operated by the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), the center does a great job of educating and bringing the late 1800s to life.  The Platte River runs through Sheridan and is the location where the major western frontier trails converged (before Sheridan even existed).  Pioneers, missionaries, Mormons, miners and explorers traveled thousands of miles, mostly on foot, through this area.  Sometimes 600 wagons a DAY passed through the area.  We discovered the Atlatl (AT-lat-uhl), a Native American hunting tool that aided in throwing a dart.  We learned about the varied reasons for westward exploration of North America, the hardships they faced and the methods and planning that brought them success in their amazing efforts.

    Always a fun hobby of mine wherever we travel, we hit a few thrift stores for some bargains, and then we enjoyed dinner date night at FireRock Steakhouse.  The service was strong (thanks, Bailey) and the food was delicious.  Top on the list was the Firecracker Shrimp appetizer.  The French Onion Soup was the 2nd best we’ve ever had (sorry, but Dobbin House Restaurant in Gettysburg, PA has everyone beat!), and the Blue Cheese Wedge salad was PERFECT! The flavor on our steaks was amazing, and when there was a temperature problem with the main entrée dishes, they cooked it all over again and made it right.  Thanks to the manager that was attentive and wanted to be sure we had a great experience.  The décor was dark, appealing and BUSY!!  Our cocktails were exceedingly well made.  

    A Club Car Martini with a cinnamon rimmed glass
    Oh my goodness, these shrimp!
    We enjoy trying the beef wherever we go out west!

    My DH fell into the crab cake trap – again.  As native Marylanders, we know what crab cake is supposed to taste like.  The lesson:  stop buying “Maryland Crab Cake” from places that are NOT in Maryland!  We should not be surprised that Wyoming crab cakes are not going to be as they claim.

    Don’t EVER order a Maryland Crab Cake when not in Maryland! (we knew this, but instead, curiosity won the day!)

    While at home, I enjoyed lots of crafting.  My latest project includes a counted cross stitch that I now have about ⅓ complete.  I also have been making vinyl stencils for glass etching, and as always, sending gift packages to our loved ones back east.  

    Most of the campgrounds where we have camped out west have been unimpressive, even disappointing (and expensive for what you get).  There are MANY great campgrounds around, but we simply booked too late to get the top picks.  But we were happy to find Peter D’s RV Campground.  This is camping a little more like I remember it!  Privately owned and exceedingly polite and helpful, our dogs enjoyed their morning walk with a visit to the camp office where owner, Peter D, would offer them a treat.  The campground is spotless and meets all the basic needs (there is no pool, but I am told there is a town pool nearby).  Our reservation was made with a phone call and a verbal promise that we would have a site when we arrived. No cash on hand to pay the bill? That’s okay, just bring it when you can! The laundry is spotless and includes a “take one, leave one” book nook.  The dog run is large and there is a center grassy section of the campground that sports a beautiful vegetable garden (thanks so much for the squash we were sent on our way with on travel day!) and a few resident bunnies that seem very content.  

    These bunnies layed on their sides in the grass no matter how close we approached – they had few worries in life at Peter D’s RV Campground

    The campsites are TIGHT, but that is the only criticism I could mention.  With slides and awnings out, we were within six inches of our neighbors.  All sites are pull-through.  The cost is exceedingly reasonable ($35 per night this year in celebration of their 20th year in business) and puts all those gravel covered KOA Journey’s to shame.   The location is on the edge of a residential neighborhood, close to everything, but sits below the highway in a little hollow, so the highway noise is reduced and hardly noticed.  This is a terrific quick stop or even good as a stopping point for a while as you explore the Sheridan area.

    Photo Credit: Sharon Nothnagel on FB Group “Grand Design Solitude Owners” (we are rig #3)

    While in Sheridan we enjoyed an afternoon exploring the Trail End Mansion and learned about how a poor Texas cowboy, turned wealthy rancher, governor and senator, built and lived in this beautiful mansion. I have always been drawn to old homes, and this Flemish Revival is exquisite from the early 1900s did not disappoint..

    We wandered into downtown Sheridan and shopped a few of the unique stores and admired the plentiful sculptures all around town.  We ate at Just Ledoux It Saloon and Steak Out, a restaurant with a great story – honoring a man that I didn’t know of until I was intrigued by his mention on their menu.  Visit here to find out about his interesting life.

    We ended our evening with a couple of drinks at the historic Mint Bar, founded in 1907.  Uniquely decorated, this is the place we felt like we were truly hanging with the locals.  We saw some genuine modern day cowboys and felt like we almost fit in with our own western garb.  One additional happy discovery in Wyoming is the price of drinks!  We managed to have two whiskey’s and a glass of wine here for $17.

    Since 1907 (first, the Mint Saloon and now the Mint Bar)
    A feast for your eyes from top to bottom. If the walls weren’t covered in old photographs as shown here, they were covered in shingles with branding symbols burned into the wood.
    Lots of taxidermy, amazing curvy and carved wood on the bar and some local humor (complete with a lady that was nearly fall down drunk before 5 pm).
    Yep, and a creepy glass-enclosed Jackalope!

    We left Wyoming with happy memories and a lot of excitement for our next destination – MONTANA!

    Safe travels, y’all!

    Safe travels, and remember that it isn’t your plan!

    Cheyenne, Wyoming – Where We Found Truth More Than Grey

    I25 in eastern Wyoming

    Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.” 

    ~ Anita Desai

    Initially, it felt like Wyoming might be a let down.  If Colorado is so well regarded as a popular and preferential destination for incoming residents and visitors alike, perhaps spending 15 days in neighboring Wyoming would disappoint.  After all, we just finished a wonderful 28 day stay in Colorado.  The cities in Wyoming are smaller and sleepier.  The population is fewer and overall much more rural.  The reputation for tourism is not bad certainly, but it has some steep competition with so many amazing surrounding western US states!

    The Wyoming leg of our summer travels will span from July 6 – 21, 2021 and we will stay in three separate locations and campgrounds, primarily because we were unable to find campgrounds with space for much longer than four to six nights at a time (the lesson in this is, during post-pandemic times, know that there are a LOT more folks getting away from it all through camping, so reservations must be made WAY in advance!).

    Stop #1 was Cheyenne, WY.  As it turned out, this was the perfect balance of our time, with six days to explore and relax in the area.  As we approached the state of Wyoming, it quickly became apparent that this southeastern region of the state was much different than the perhaps the more glamorous state of Colorado we had just left.  The views were still beautiful, but in a different way.  From the highway at least, you no longer noticed grand ranches and towns that were economic hubs.  Instead it was more flat, more brown, and simpler in its beauty.  

    Adding Wyoming to the map!

    Our first impression upon arrival at our campground was that this area of Wyoming seems to be less of a destination and more a “stop along the way”.  The campground was at 100% occupancy every night of our stay, but completely cleared out each morning except for perhaps a half dozen other campers, as travelers quickly moved on to wherever was their ultimate destination.  What a shame. We were fortunate to be among the few campers that were going to spend a little time discovering Cheyenne.

    We had a great visit to the area, but it was indeed a very different place than that which we had just left.  My favorite day in Cheyenne was our last – and it was for simple, unexpected reasons.  But before I share the best, let me share the rest…


    Cheyenne is a city that was smaller and sleepier than I had imagined the largest city in the state would be.  It is the capital as well, and steeped in history.  There are only about 60,000 people there, it has a rough and tumble history, and lenient alcohol laws that permit open containers on the streets.  So it was not surprising to see distilleries, breweries, outdoor concerts, a variety of western-themed museums and a historic shopping area that would entertain, educate and enlighten us for the next six days.

    The bridge over the Union Pacific train tracks as we enter downtown Cheyenne, WY

    I found the website cheyenne.org and several free and for-a-fee coupon download opportunities.  We began with a trolly tour of the downtown and quickly became acclimated to the simple layout of the area.  In the midst of a mini heat wave, the air-conditioning on board the trolley was less than efficient, but the admission was included with our $20 per person Legendary Pass which included admission to seven area attractions.  We also were able to visit the Cheyenne Depot Museum, the Nelson Museum of the West, and the Terry Bison Ranch (a discounted admission) with the same pass.  All were worthwhile, but in keeping with the Cheyenne theme, were also quaint and simple while remaining chock full of interest and history.  

    Another download from the Cheyenne Visitor’s Guide website (Daddy of the Malt) gave us BOGO discounts at any of a half dozen “thirst parlors” in town – we found our way to Accomplice Beer Company, set in the historic Cheyenne Depot.  The (train) Depot is, of course, right alongside the many rows of still very active train tracks that in the 1860s, caused a quickly burgeoning city as new Americans arrived in what had previously been vast Native American and bison lands.

    Accomplice Beer Company inside the Depot

    We ate our first authentic and tasty Chicken Fried Steak at the Albany Restaurant, in the heart of downtown.  You could see the history in the building facades wherever we walked, and in the photographs lining the walls inside the restaurant.  Without a fancy interior, but with a really bustling local crowd on a weeknight, you get the sense that most of the streets and stores and restaurants roll up their sidewalks and close their doors at night as the breweries, distilleries and various beverage parlors welcome the crowds later at night.

    Yummy Chicken Fried Steak

    Along the way, we caught a little bit of the daily gunslinger show and we shopped for gifts, snacks and western wear downtown.  But one of our best discoveries was what has to be  among the best restaurants in all of Cheyenne.  Nothing fancy, as seems to be the feel of all of the Cheyenne restaurants we visited, the varied and unique menu is what caught our eyes.  EpicEGG is a breakfast and brunch stop, open only until 2:00 pm each day.  We loved the look of so many items on the menu that we went two days in a row….and took a take-out order home as well!  Our favorites?  Go Green Bene (a meatless twist on Eggs Benedict) and Epic Bene (a meatier twist on the classic).  I also enjoyed my first ever Chicken Fried Chicken and Waffle, served with warm maple syrup and Andy enjoyed a meaty, cheesy, eggy, skillet dish that was also delicious.  We took home some Sausage Gravy and Biscuit and from their lunch fare, a Reuben Sandwich.  We were left wanting more, with our eyes caught on breakfast items with a Mexican flare, stuffed French toast and Pineapple Upside Down Cake Pancakes!  Each savory menu item featured a different type of  bread, including ciabatta, biscuit, English muffin, croissant, or quinoa cakes!  Then, of course is the no-judgment-zone day drinking menu, including a dozen varieties of Mimosa, several Bloody Mary features and a few other unique cocktails that made this restaurant a fun midday stop on the tourist trail!

    All of this fun brings us back to our best day in Cheyenne – our last day.


    We awoke on a beautiful Sunday, with temperatures expected to be mercifully average – in the mid-to-high 80s, with the usual dry atmosphere to which our skin and eyes were finally adjusting after months of low humidity.  There was no rain in the forecast, and the breeze, seemingly always present in Wyoming, made this day relaxed and comfortable, as we made our way to a local church.  

    Cheyenne Hills Church

    Andy wore his newly acquired western boots and hat (yep, we are THOSE tourists, lol), and I wore my new Chaco sandals, all part of some of the fun shopping we enjoyed in Cheyenne.  We were both dressed casually, something that was perfectly acceptable and noted on the Cheyenne Hills Church website (and a big perk as FT RVers with a small RV-sized wardrobe).  I selected this church because it was the closest to our campground and because it seemed much different than any churches we had attended previously, but what we received was more meaningful.

    Dressing the part in the wild west…as we head off to church on a beautiful Sunday morning

    The experience was moving for us.  Their use of technology to meet their mission was impressive.  Their facilities were beautiful and amazing.  The music was inspiring.  The service had high production value.  But the 21 year old speaker that day, aptly named Cole Church, was the icing on the cake that was our visit to Cheyenne!  

    The lobby looked like a nice Starbucks for social gatherings, and the seating inside the church was like a crisply decorated, high tech theatre.

    You can see and hear the entire service at this link, selecting the sermon entitled The Scoffers, recorded on 7/11/21.  The musical preludes and rest of the service are all worthwhile, but if you wish to get right to the message we heard, go to 36:45.  As is often the case, you get what you need. We were reminded, through a sermon that was timely for us, that “God is real…God is in control…God is patient.  The TRUTH is still real in a world of grey”.  1:07:29 is the closing prayer that moves into a beautiful cover song (The Comment Section, Sidewalk Prophets) as well.  Give it a listen and bring a little bit of beautiful Cheyenne into your world.

    We visited Cheyenne Hills church during their Strengthen and Engage series – it hit the mark with us.

    Do not get the wrong impression.  It is not to say that Cheyenne was so ho-hum that a church service was the highlight of my stay, but rather, that this church visit was so wonderful, it became the culminating event in a really great visit to Cheyenne, Wyoming!  The church’s tagline is “Across The Street; Around The World” and this is a perfect representation of them and their mission – as well as something that truly speaks to us as a couple seeking a new church at each stop along the way in our travels.

    As we held hands and left Cheyenne Hills Church (headed over to epicEgg for our second visit), I couldn’t help but imagine that one day, we will settle our roots once again, end our nomadic RVing ways, and find a worship home that stirs inspiration, love and peace into our life like this visit to Cheyenne Hills gifted us on this Sunday.  

    Thanks Cheyenne Hills Church and Cheyenne, Wyoming.  We aren’t exactly across the street, and we aren’t so far as to be around the world either.  But don’t be surprised if we check in online occasionally to enjoy your church, wherever our nomadic life takes us!

    Stop #2 – Casper, Wyoming!

    Veni Vidi Amavi” (We came, We saw, We loved.) 

    ~ Roman Proverb

    A stone inlay map of the Utah Territory in the floor of the Depot

    Colorado, You Might Just Be Our New Favorite State

    Any stop along the Devil’s Head Trail in Pike National Forest leaves you inspired.

    “But the Colorado rocky mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky…”

    John Denver

    Since selling our home and moving into our RV in July 2020, we have tried very hard to TAKE OUR TIME!  We kept reading this lesson in the blogs, on the websites, and watching on Youtube, devouring online content in preparation for our own full-time travels, and we have therefore done a decent job of not rushing.  But our recent 28 day stay in Larkspur, Colorado has been our longest stop yet.

    From Red Rocks Ampitheatre and Park, to Garden of the Gods, to a simple Sunday drive to explore the area, the rock formations and colors were always amazing to see.

    It might be somewhat premature to say it, with only 25% of our summer travel complete, and another four or more fabulous states on our itinerary.  But I think that I have found my new favorite state!  Certainly not an exhaustive list, but here are some of the reasons we have become big fans of the Centennial State:

    These Aspen trees on Devils Head Trail in Pike National Forest gave me a new appreciation for the beautiful white bark and towering clusters.
    1. Well, it is frankly, GORGEOUS!  From Grays peak, to Red Rocks, to Royal Gorge, to Garden of the Gods, to Breckenridge, to just about any place we have taken a drive in our visits, this area and state is beautiful.  The clouds just seem to be larger, puffier and hang lower in the sky than back east.  The Cottonwood trees shed their fluffy seeds like a summer snowfall. The vistas are ever changing – green and flat topped buttes, snow capped massive mountains, rushing whitewater rivers, deep gorges and vast open space – the state has impressed our senses.

    2. The wildlife is accessible and diverse.  We have seen so many animals – bison, marmots, prairie dogs, pika, mule deer, white tail deer, cattle and birds of great variety.  The Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge was an easy start to our animal exploration (and remarkably close to the Denver airport), but there are so many places to hike and get close to wildlife that the options are endless.  On a visit to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, we were able to learn a bit about the animals in the habitats of Colorado, and also find a number of different ways to seek some of the harder to find animals (wolf, elk, bear, pronghorn, and mountain goat).  Even in our campground and a trip to the local post office produced multiple sightings of deer.

    3. There are so many options! The diversity of vistas and wildlife are only the start. There is such a variety of things to do, both indoors and outdoors! We checked off a lot on our to-do list for Colorado, but we still have a far longer list of things left undone! DONE: ride a historic carousel, walk a country road, explore Red Rocks, hike Grays Peak, drive through Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge, hike Garden of the Gods, tour Cave of the Winds, shop Manitou Springs, eat at Fogo de Chao restaurant, walk the halls of the Denver Art Museum, dine at Ted ‘s Montana Grill with the best server EVER, visit the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, cheer at a Colorado Rockies baseball game, eat our first Pho, shop fun thrift stores, go to the movies, hike Devils Head Trail, ride a train through the Royal Gorge and much more! YET TO BE DONE: see a concert at Red Rocks, ascend Pikes Peak on a cog train, attend a Denver Broncos vs Ravens game, paint some art, ride on a white water raft, tour some historic buildings, traverse a mountain on a gondola, fly fish on a river, ride an eBike through a beautiful place, tour on a Segway…the list of cool things to do goes on and on and on in Colorado.

    4. Coloradans are welcoming, friendly and very proud of their state.  Wherever we explored, we ran into some exceedingly friendly residents that were ready and willing to “SELL” us on the merits of Colorado!  After all that we had experienced, it certainly wasn’t a difficult pitch, but it was clear that those who live in the state, LOVE living there!  We certainly have noted that with each mile westward, the people have become friendlier and more open (sorry. fellow East Coasters, but I don’t think this is any great secret or mis-truth).  Coloradans are among the most kind and open Americans we have met along the way.  The difference-maker for us, however, is that the pride is expansive in Colorado.  

    Those that are native, born and bred are especially proud to be so!  These folks may be residents by default, but they CHOOSE to remain in Colorado because they believe so strongly in the beauty and wonder of their state.  This is a palatable difference than we experience in other states.  Then there are those that moved here by choice, years and decades earlier.  They arrived, fell in love and remained residents of Colorado.  These folks were always so happy to share their story and learn our story as well.  Once they heard about our nomadic lifestyle, it was not long before they pitched us all the reasons that we should end up in CO once we decide to slow our travel and plant roots once again. 

    One similarity we noticed with our home state of Maryland is that state pride flies clearly in the extensive use of the state flag.  While Colorado’s flag is not as unique or beautiful as Maryland’s, it is equally ubiquitous – displayed throughout the state, not only on flag poles, but on hats, shirts, housewares and more.  

    Throughout Colorado, and especially in the Castle Rock area outside of Denver, there has been record-breaking population growth for many years.  Economic prosperity was evident in the areas of larger population, but we did also witness some of the inevitable challenges of such growth and success.  Housing clearly was in short supply and expensive, we witnessed homelessness in Denver, and we saw traffic problems due to overcrowded roads and construction that seemed to not be able to catch up to demand.  We clearly could see that water shortages are becoming an issue as a result of the state’s tremendous population growth and the impact of global warming. 

    No state is free of problems.  The difference in Colorado?  Not one single person spoke a single negative word about their state.  Whatever difficulties and challenges the great state of Colorado is facing, we didn’t hear about it from the residents.  Instead, they wanted to share all that they love about their state, and welcome us – as visitors or perhaps even future residents.

    A view from the Denver Museum of Nature and Science

    It seems that 28 days was a great way to fully explore the eastern half of the state, including Denver and the surrounding regions.  We explored some of the highest elevations of a Colorado “fourteener” in Grays Peak and the lowest elevations of the Arkansas River in the Royal Gorge.  We enjoyed our peek into the Great Plains and the Rocky Mountain regions.  But there is so much more we have yet to see, having not even touched upon the beautiful Colorado Plateau, which lies to the west of the Rocky Mountains and the Intermontane Basin, found in the far northwest corner of the state.  

    Yes Colorado, we have enjoyed exploring you tremendously.  We will be back to finish the job someday.  And maybe, just maybe, we will find that perfect little house on a lake, with a mountain view that we are seeking to settle upon again someday – and maybe that little house sits in Colorado.

    Devil’s Half Acre at the end of the trail in Pike National Forest

    “Colorado has always been a good place to find what you’re made of.”

    John Hickenlooper

    “Our peace shall stand as firm as Rocky Mountain.”

    William Shakespeare