Why do the state route signs look like beehives? On the road, again. Heading north to the Arizona-Utah border via Route 89. I like to look at Google Maps while I write these, just to remind myself of the route
West of the Colorado River: Arizona It took us three tries to find the Monolith Garden campsite in Kingman, AZ. There was no address, and the freecampsites.net map just showed a marker on the edge of a cliff. No details
California (Part 3) And here we were again, crossing the Central Valley of California. Grassy hills gave way to fruit-filled orchards, which then gave way to vineyards divided by a vast network of irrigation canals. Mount Diablo appeared through the
California (Part 2) It was about 260 miles from the campsite on the Trinity River to Lake Tahoe. We broke up the drive by stopping in Chico, where we went for a dusty run and visited the Sierra Nevada brewery.
California (Part 1) We drove through the night across the Oregon-California border. Though we didn’t have any, the attendant informed us weed was fine, but oranges were not (didn’t have any of those either). Once we got to the campground
The Great Pacific Northwest It was already dark when we crossed the 4.1 mile Astoria-Megler Bridge into Oregon. The section of the bridge closest to Oregon is much higher than the rest, allowing large ships to pass beneath the span.
Stuck in Seattle In the madness of packing up our apartment, we lost track of Porter’s flea/tick and heartworm medicine (done through our vet, so not something you pick up at Petco). Unfortunately, we discovered this while we were packing
The Mountains of Montana After South Dakota we cut across oil country in the northeast corner of Wyoming, making it to Big Sky after dark. We stayed with Jesse and Kate for a couple of nights, which was awesome. Jesse
The Badlands and Black Hills of South Dakota In western South Dakota, the endless farms turn into endless grassland, which eventually turns into the Badlands. The original plan was to see the rock formations as we drove by on the
Crossing the Mississippi Since most of our interests on this trip revolve around running and hiking, we didn’t have many destinations between Fire Island and the Badlands other than campsites. Regardless, I don’t think I will ever forget the experience