There’s No Place Like Home

Great Camping Trip of 2011

There’s no place like home and I’m might glad to be back there. I missed Mr. Husband and our huge hot shower. But, don’t get me wrong we had a fabulous time.

The round trip took 2 weeks and covered 4,300 miles including a stop off in New Orleans to drop off my mother and backtrack home to Dallas. Mom is 72 but still ever ready to take off on an adventure. We fell into a groove after a day or two and everything was grand. We saw more different types of mountains, hills, rock formations, lava flows, flat lands, deserts, hay and dirt that we imagined possible. The people we encountered were every bit as varied.

In Colorado and the Dakotas I never felt like more of a city slicker and flat lander. We toodled around in my Ford Crossover like we had good sense. Surrounded by huge 18 wheel trucks, 4 wheel drive jeeps, RVs the size of small hotels, and hard-core  motor cyclists, we felt out-of-place occasionally, but hey, this is our adventure and we stuck to it!  The one thing we all had in common was that we were out on the road seeing the country and all its amazing sights, natural beauty and glory.

On one stretch of desolate South Dakota road my mother announced the she had no idea that the U.S. had such vast stretches of nothingness in the middle of it. I told her “wait til you get to Kansas.” No offense to Kansasians, but come on,  driving through after harvest time there is nothing but hundreds of miles of dried up corn stalks or dirt. But I do thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart for popcorn and cornbread.

Our main scenic destination as Yellowstone National Park. The first national park anywhere in the world, by the way. It was incredible and deserves posts and posts all to itself, which I will do. Then we went to see Mt. Rushmore. Another wonderful feast for the eyes.It’s amazing what men can do when they set their mind to it. Mr. Husband sometimes acts like opening a can will take every ounce of strength and fortitude that he can muster. Maybe he just needs a bigger project? Or the right inspiration. I bet he could have a 300 foot high paper mache statue of former presidents Reagan and Bush built on our front lawn by next weekend if he decided too. Ah patriotism and the human spirit.

But anyway, it’s good to be home and get a big hug from the hub-man. It’s nice to know I am loved and missed. After I vegetate for a few days, I will look over my notes and pictures and reconstruct the trip in a little more detail. Hugs to all.

10 responses

  1. Hugs right back at you, young lady!

    1. I just love hugs. They are a wonderful invention.

  2. Wow, that was quite some road trip! Am looking forward to hearing more stories from your travels.

    1. I’ll get right on it 🙂

  3. Love the map of where you went! I’m trying to work out what 4,300 miles is in our language………. 1 km = 0.6 of a mile, I think……….. so that is a LOT of kms!

    1. Yes it is. I wasn’t going for distance really. It just ended up that way 🙂 Had a destination in mind and went for it.

  4. No! No! No! I want to scream. Two weeks and 4,200 miles. How sad. I took six months to travel 7,000 miles once. But then of course my home was with me the entire journey. I’m glad you had a good time, and glad you are back with your roots.

    1. We had a return deadline. I’m looking forward to more leisurely trips in the future. Having my home with me sounds like the way to go 🙂

  5. I, too, thank Kansas for the cornbread and popcorn. Hooray for Kansas!

    I look forward to hearing more about your trip. Welcome home———

    Kathy

    1. Thanks! It’s good to be here. It’s going to take 3 days to put all my stuff away 🙂

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