We arrived here early this afternoon after driving on the Interstate in Wyoming. Windy, windy, windy! We could feel the wind impact the coach as we rolled along the highway. Steve isn’t rattled by it. I would be, if I were driving. I never drive the coach. You can see why.
I took this photo wondering if my hair would blow off my scalp before I got back inside. The trees across the way were waving in the wind. The white barked birch or poplar, or whatever they may be, did not sway. Their branches danced in the wind, but their trunks held firmly like they owned the soil they grew in.
This is what we do: We stop only one day at these in-between places only to spend the afternoons resting and the nights sleeping. We drive the next morning until we arrive at the next stop and finally at the destination booked months earlier. We see very little of the areas we are in during these brief stay-overs. We explore our surroundings when we reach the places we booked for a longer stay. Next year there will not be stops that last only one day. We will stay at least long enough to enjoy these in-between places.
We are new at this. We are learning as we go. Is there another way? We like to hear stories from other RVers about the things that happened to them while they were beginning their adventures. We all have our stories to tell, and no one can appreciate those stories like another one of us.