Author: Easin' Along

After our stop in Custer, WY, Mt. Rushmore, and the Badlands, the rest of our convoy moved on to Jackson Hole while Helen and I traveled to a lovely campground on the Wind River in Dubois, (pronounced Doo-Boy) WY. This four-day visit allowed our kids and grandkids some time with Austin’s (daughter-in-law) family at the base of the Grand Tetons before we arrived.

I love Jackson Hole, but I have no regrets whatsoever about stopping in Duboise. Our campsite backed right up to the Wind River and afforded a fantastic view of both the River and the Wind River Range. We parked Lucy under some large shade trees, pulled out the lawn chairs, and settled in. The only drawback is that the large shade trees are Cottonwoods–wreaked havoc with my allergies–but, that’s a minor detail.

 

Day two in Duboise offered spotty showers and the perfect day to explore downtown Duboise, a tiny village reminiscent of Townsend, Tennessee, in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. The first stop in Duboise was the local Thrift Shop, an activity Helen and I LOVE to do when visiting small towns. This extremely organized shop offered extensive selections of housewares, electronics, and clothing. I found a barely used Gerry Jacket for $15 that I needed because I did not pack a warm coat for the trip. Helen found a pair of Merrill Hiking Boots in her size, also $15. We left happy.

 

Next up was a visit to the Big Horn Sheep Interpretive Center at the edge of town. The area around Duboise serves as a refuge for Big Horn Sheep when they come down from the mountains in the winter. The Center features some excellent displays, although no live Big Horns live on the property.

Day three was a bit rainy as well, so we spent time giving Lucy a thorough cleaning, and Helen worked her magic, getting the cabinets and drawers organized. She did her usual outstanding job and even gave me an orientation after the task was complete. Now I know where everything is–and where I return stuff when finished with said stuff…or else.

On the final day in the area, we drove a short distance to the Whiskey Mountain Basin, the location of the Big Horn Refuge. The staff at the Interpretive Center told us that there was a small chance we would see some sheep before they moved to higher ground. We were hopeful, but the Big Horns were either well-hidden or at the top of the mountain. We saw only a few deer and some very big jackrabbits.
Nevertheless, the mountain scenery was extraordinary. I have posted pictures of the Wind River Range, the Whiskey Mountains, and photos of the scenic streams and lakes in the Basin. I don’t need to say much about them or the beauty of the area; you can judge for yourself. (Top, above, and below)

 

Not much else to say about the relaxing time we had here. We met a cute family from Franklin, Tennessee, in the site adjacent to ours, and friendly couple from Indianapolis, owners of an older model fifth-wheel similar to Lucy. They planned to upgrade and had some questions about our trailer. We gave them a tour. I heard them discussing a purchase as they walked away. We love Lucy, and I get a big kick out of showing her off.

That’s it for now. Come back next week, and we’ll take you to Jackson Hole and Yellowstone National Park.

Until we meet again…we’re just Easin’ Along.

The title of my blog, Easin’ Along, does not accurately depict the first week of this journey. Our two-trailer convoy blitzed across Kentucky, Missouri, Nebraska, and eastern South Dakota in a series of one-night stands until we reached Hermosa, SD, a short distance from Mt. Rushmore. We endured some temperatures that bordered 100 degrees and spent a lot of late afternoons inside our trailers. Thankfully, when we paused for a three-night visit in the Black Hills, the temperatures plunged, and we thrived on 70ish weather during the day and low 50’s at night.

With two full days to rest, stretch our legs and let our granddaughters run off some pent-up energy, we decided to visit Mt. Rushmore and Custer State Park. Rushmore, just a few miles away from our campsite in Hermosa, came first. After packing a picnic lunch, we were off.

Initially, I worried about crowds and maintaining proper social distance measures. Still, with no tour busses or international travelers, the crowd size at Mt. Rushmore was not significant, and everyone there was just as concerned about their safety as we were about ours.  I felt comfortable.

I have seen pictures of Mt. Rushmore all of my life but had no perspective of the size of the carvings.  The faces are massive, and I cannot imagine the skill or the effort required to produce a monument of this size and scope.  We attended a lecture by a Park Ranger on the creation of the memorial, carved by sculptor Gutzon Borglum beginning in 1927 and completed in 1941. The Rangers presentation was excellent; even my eight-year-old granddaughter soaked up every word.

 

After Mt. Rushmore, we drove a short distance to Custer State Park to enjoy a picnic lunch before taking a one-mile stroll around Sylvan Lake. The cool temperatures and the scenic lake enhanced the pleasure of our walk, and the girls ate it up.

Although it was not part of our plans for this day, we decided to visit the Crazy Horse Memorial before returning to the campground. We opted to stay in the Visitor Center rather than take a bus to the sculpture. Instead, we watched a movie about this enormous, unfinished project that will require decades to complete. I wish them well.

At that point, Helen and I called it a day and returned to Lucy.  Collin and the girls drove through the wildlife loop at Custer State Park and received an escort of three Bison. During the excursion, they came upon a small herd of wild burros and walked over to them.  Collin captured this picture of the encounter.  Her expression is priceless.

Badlands National Park was our destination for day two. I hate to admit it, but I never realized that the Badlands was a National Park. I thought it was a desolate part of the country that was uninhabitable–that’s it. It probably is uninhabitable, but the beauty is stunning in its own right. Thankfully, our government had the foresight to create a National Park here.

Once again, the small number of visitors allowed us to roam at will without being overly concerned about social distance measures.  We took a hike along a marked trail to a canyon about a mile from the starting point. Cool temperatures kept the Badlands from being bad, and it felt great to get some exercise.

We made one stop on our way back to the campground to photograph a nursery band of ewes and lambs, Big Horn sheep separated from the rams in the herd, while the lambs bond with their mothers. They were perched on a narrow ridge overlooking a prairie. The peak was far enough from the side of the road to stretch my camera lens to the limit, but you can see that the sheep were large and probably sleeping off lunch.

On Saturday morning, our convoy companions would leave us and drive on to Jackson Hole to join my daughter-in-law’s family. Before they left, Collin was up early to try his luck at fishing the North Platte River beside the campground. I joined him to take some pictures. The fish were safe on this day, but the scenery was gorgeous.

 

Before they left, we took a picture in our traveling T-shirts, passed hugs all around, and sent them on their way.  Helen and I will join them in a week. Week one was now in the books. From this point forward, we will slow down and go from blitzing across the country and return to a pace more to our liking…just Easin’ Along. See you on the trail.

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We’ve been away for a while, but don’t pay the ransom–we’ve escaped! Actually, we spent the previous two weeks preparing for our trip to the northwest and the Canadian Rockies and loading our trailers. Yes, I said trailers. Readers may remember that we won an RV last fall in a local radio contest. We planned to tow Smoky (our name for the trailer) to California in March and give it to our oldest son and his family until COVID-19 shutdown derailed those plans but, we found a better one.

Shortly after canceling that trip, Collin, our son, who lives in South Carolina, called with a great idea. He and his family planned to spend three weeks in Jackson, Wyoming, beginning in late June with his wife’s family. They planned to drive instead of fly (can’t fault them) and offered to tow Smoky to Jackson and have Justin (California son) meet him there and tow Smoky back to California.

Helen and I have worked on our trip to the northwest for almost a year. Our original departure date was in late June but, after Collin made his proposal, we moved the date up by about ten days, added a few reservations, canceled others, and now had a brand new adventure that included our granddaughters. As the saying goes, “good things happen to those who wait.”

Of course, there is a plot shift to the story…

We have advertised Smoky for sale since late November. Although Smoky is a charming trailer, the floorplan only accommodated three people comfortably. We needed a trailer with bunk beds instead of one twin bed (in addition to a queen). We advertised Smoky for sale last November and had only token interest until two weeks ago when we began receiving some serious inquiries. Due to the pandemic, the public has decided that RV’s are the safest means of travel–and now in high demand. I scheduled three appointments on a Sunday afternoon to show Smoky to inquirers. The first couple that came by bought Smoky with no haggling. The person expected to arrive next called while I was closing the deal and upped the offer by a significant amount, but I turned him down. Smoky now belonged to Arnold and Tammy.

Now, we had to get everything we planned to take to Jackson Hole out of Smoky and find another RV as demand for them was increasing by the day. I won’t detail the search process, but a miracle happened, and we found a 2020 bunkhouse model at the last minute. After camping a few times, times the previous owners decided they needed something that better suited their needs and purchased a larger RV. I snapped it up quickly, brought it home, and Helen and I spent two days cleaning and loading it for the trip. Our granddaughter in California gave our new trailer the name Heidi. After prepping Heidi, we spent an additional two days doing the same for Lucy, our fifth-wheel.

Collin and family arrived last Friday, and we took off on Saturday morning on a journey that will keep us moving until late September. I have posted a rough map of our trip below. As I write this, we are at our third stop in Nebraska City, Nebraska following stops in Paducah, KY and Columbia, MO. The temperature here hovers above 90 degrees, but we’re having a ball. If all goes to plan, we will spend three days in the Badlands and Mount Rushmore on the day this post is published. 

I hope you will join us as we travel. We wish everyone a safe summer.  Stay smart, keep your distance, and we’ll get through this mess soon. Until then, we’re just Easin’ Along.