As their tour continues, Jack and Joanne share more amazing sights!
Check out the map on the back of the van (see below). It shows just how far they have traveled.
Crossing the plains I could not help but compare us to the days of old. Not long ago, the water hole had to be paramount. Without water you perished, at gathering places they watered their stock, replenish their casks, maybe pick up a note of previous travelers. Now a days I have to find an invisible signal, I scan the horizon for a tower, hoping its the right company. I pour over live maps for signal strength.
With a good signal I am invincible. I can communicate with my web master in Australia, chat with a book buyer in UK, check in on our kids and grandkids. I test with my son in the Bering Sea, Do some banking, monitor the weather, search out the next good place for diesel, find our next camp site.
I learn of horrible hurricanes in the tropics and bountiful catches in Alaska. As long as the tower is the right signal, like some water holes, it could be bad. I am grateful for them all. Without a signal, am helpless, I have to resort to a paper map! Oh the pain!
Short term flash back, for my son Gustav. If I could have one of these, I might enjoy the snow this winter! Yellowstone fleet.
A non-descript ridge behind where we are parked for the night. Outside Buffalo NY. This ridge, formed by the same glaciers that formed the great lakes.
Driving brought out two of my boat habits today. As we got a bit lost, wandering into Cleveland, things looked dismal. Burnout malls, empty torn homes. Joanne insisted we keep going, she could navigate us across town and out.
I thought “no way” I convinced her when I told her two police were shot in Cleveland yesterday… My rule is this: When you go aground, get the boat afloat and go back the same way you came in, do not wander around looking for a new way out…..I stopped…, told my navigator we turn back and go out the way come in.
With crazy rain and lighting attacking us on the freeway, trucks roaring past us, throwing spray, visibility down to nothing. I automatically cranked the stereo to full volume, rock and roll baby! The music energized me, the noise and fury of the freeway diminished, I was on it! I did this often in Bering Sea storms, it helped reduce the outside noise, and gave me a strong base to meet the energy coming at me, weird how this things come so naturally now…
Photos below are of a House and barn built 1826, they hid slaves on the run to freedom. Staying at a winery named just that. I love sleeping here.