As I’ve been taught, honesty is always the best policy, and today’s truth is we now know that we’re not RV people. After 6 days in the Airstream living with a mouse, a shower that didn’t work, two bald tires, and constant stress about whether we’d run out of potable water and battery power, we ditched the trailer in Colorado and headed north in the truck. Of course we will fetch it on the way home, but we’re feeling much more free and easy in the truck and various roadside hotels.
Colorado Springs was glorious — we had a shower and a king sized bed. Also a great visit with Patty K and Ziggy and the best non-dairy ice cream I’ve ever eaten at Josh & John’s ice cream shop.
Clean and civilized?
Morning hike.
Josh & John’s — really, that’s what it’s called.
Evening in the city.
We drove east to North Platte in Nebraska so flat.
There’s not much to see — just corn — that’s that.
A hundred degrees in the sun, and not much cooler at night.
And the food is terrible. So we took our flight.
Onto Omaha…
Stopping by the cemetery.
Mary Louise Becknell, 1932-1975. RIP.
John’s childhood home, age 6-11.
… and he lived here from age 11-17.
You can’t go home again…
