Postcards from the Perimeter
We did it!
The dogs and I road-tripped all the way around the country and made it back home alive!
RVing solo with two big dogs is no longer a mystery, and I long to do more of it.
- 9,747 miles
- 3 months
- 31 states
- 2 dogs
- 1 woman
The Final Push
At my last posting, we were enjoying a little California sun.
Since then, we made the final right-hand-turn on the map and headed north.
Our noses were now pointed home.
With the end in sight, and Zack not feeling top notch, I decided to drive long days. Straight up the spine of California, Oregon and Washington on Interstate 5. No more 2-lane highways.
California – Drought
California is stricken with a bad case of drought.
Highway reader boards beg people to limit outdoor watering. Signs and billboards along California’s great agricultural region give testimony to a bitter water-use battle.
I was thankful for our precious on-board water source.
After driving through miles of crackly-dry terrain, we found the sweet oasis of Buena Vista Aquatic Recreation Center near Bakersfield, CA.
The place was almost deserted and we had a nice camp spot right on the lake. If I hadn’t been so hell-bent to head home, we would have lingered longer.
In Northern California, we took a break from mountain driving and hiked the hills around Mount Shasta, enjoying the cooler and moister air.
Oregon – Final Campsite
Our last camp was in southern Oregon.
Late fall at our southern Oregon RV campground.
There were two back-to-back storm fronts predicted between us and home, with a single dry day between them. So we stayed put a few nights to time the final drive during that dry day. (It worked out great.)
The final days were a poignant time for me, as I relaxed with my two beautiful, funny, clever, mischievous, uncomplaining travel companions.
Washington – Home
I left bright and early on our final day. We had 432 miles to drive, our longest, single push of the trip.
Oregon and Washington was a bit of a blur. It was a sunny day, the scenery pretty and lush (a sharp contrast to California). I made sure we stopped every 90 minutes or so to take a breather. We made it home just at dusk.
Into the waiting arms of family and friends! What a joyous return!
Zack & Zoe celebrated by dashing about in their very own yard.
Since then, we’ve slept well, continued our trip-habit of taking multiple walks a day, and enjoy the newly-appreciated comforts of home. We take short, nostalgic trips in Betty, dreaming of the next adventure.
Note: the partial facial paralysis Zack experienced in the desert is mostly cleared up. He’s feeling much better.
We’re home for the winter, and there is now anti-freeze in Betty’s pipes. The next trip is on the horizon, most likely we’ll wander (slower) around the western interior. Suggestions are welcome!
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