We got as far as western Kansas and ran headlong into their first winter storm of the season. When we pulled into Colby, Kansas on Tuesday the weather was fair and warm. We had a nice bicycle ride around town to see the sights. We heard about a high wind advisory and intentionally chose a park over a Wal-Mart parking lot. About 9 p.m. the first gusts shook the coach like a rat terrier shaking a rag doll. We quickly retracted the two sliders and hunkered down for the blow.
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It’s a Different World
This week we are camped within a mile of my maternal Grandparents’ home in rural Stevens County Washington. Stevens County is tucked in the far north eastern corner of Washington State. It is rugged, mountainous and very rural. We are camped in a primitive campground on the Little Pend Oreille National Wildlife Refuge. We have a fire ring and a vault toilet at our disposal.
Fish On
We have disconnected from the world for three days at a little National Recreation Area campground on Lake Roosevelt, the lake behind Grand Coulee Dam. The park is right where the Gifford ferry crosses to Inchelium on the Colville Indian Reservation. There is no cell phone, no internet, no wi-fi, no Wal-Mart and no electrical hook up. The park is set in a lovely Pine forest right at the water’s edge.
Sunshine
Sunshine! Glorious sunshine! Now we have figured out what we have been doing wrong. We have been on the wrong side of the Cascade Mountain Range.
Porta-Potty Bluegrass
Here we are in Yuma Arizona. We are just a mile from the famous Yuma Arizona Territorial Prison, but that is a different story. Once again we are camped with a bunch of Bluegrass enthusiasts. Tonight after supper I heard the faint strum of guitar and banjo near the coach and I grabbed my guitar and headed out. What I found was two guys, a guitar and a banjo picker, standing over a Coleman lantern singing bluegrass right next to the porta-potty. Continue reading Porta-Potty Bluegrass