Monday, August 20, 2012
25 Days in 25 Feet
We have returned from our 25 day trip in our 25 foot trailer.
We had a fabulous time.
Neither of us... nor the dogs... wanted to come home!
In fact, if you look closely, you can see Gypsy under the trailer.
Do you see her now?
It's a lousy picture, but she's under the right corner.
You can see the white tip of her tail.
Gypsy's not sure just what defines 'home'.
She has spent more of her time with us living in the trailer
than she has in our house!
She wasn't sure she wanted to come into the house.
Here is a map of our trip.
Each pin is a stopping point for one or more nights.
Google maps says that we traveled 3,286 miles.
Hubby feels every one of those miles.
The ride in the truck, pulling the trailer,
is not especially smooth.
So...what other options are there?
How about this rig?
We saw this setup on our first night out in Rock Springs, WY.
It was part of a Holiday Rambler group
following the Oregon Trail.
This couple has the mother of all fifth wheelers,
hauled by some sort of big a$$ truck,
and yes, that's a Smart car behind the truck.
This picture was taken at Rock Springs, WY on July 27.
The date is only significant in that we passed this
very same rig the day before yesterday,
on a mountain pass between Missoula, MT and
our stop in Big Timber.
Did you 'get it'???
We. Passed. It!
Our little Toyota Tundra passed this big a$$ truck!
Ha! Maybe our rig isn't so
bad wimpy puny after all!
But, what are the odds of running into the same folks,
almost three weeks later,
in a different state, going a different direction?
Hmmm... makes me wonder!
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