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SOUTH BY SOUTH EAST
We are Home, back in Florida
We should arrive at the house by 10 pm EST.
Our last night of camping. Time to celebrate.
Amazing time we have had, and we, Sherrie and I, thank you for following along the way. This is our last night at camp on our road trip to Seattle, as road trippers labeled it. We are almost home and celebrating tonight, the last night of our fabulous vacation. We are both thankful to God for the layers of protection He has given us.
Tonight, Sherrie and I are having our last ‘party’ in our tiny house on wheels. We have sustained our house and made it a home while on vacation. What a dream! We have enjoyed it. Thank you again for all Father God has blessed us with. This is it, our last blog of the Alaska trip. Keep checking back and look for the picture gallery; I will be adding hundreds of photos of Alaska and the incredible sights we saw on our surface journey across the continent, USA.
ON ROUTE TO CLOSE THE GAP
It is currently 10 pm on the 28th. We are camped at Hillside Camp in Robertsdale, AL. It is late; we pulled in, found our reserved site, and parked for the night.
Lamar camp was a night of rest, with water for our tank and power to the RV. Otherwise, nothing that brings attention to the visit.
Moving on, we left the Larmer camp yesterday morning, and it was a hard travel day heading east to Florida. Late last night, we ended up in Village Oaks in Simboro, LA.
Nice camp with a quiet and very peaceful night. I was awakened by the morning light and the sound of rain on the roof; anyone having an RV knows the sound. It kept me from jumping up, making my bed, and getting coffee. So quiet the morning began with the patter of rain; my eyes got heavy, and stretching out my body, I felt the pillow swallowing up my head. Does it get any better, I thought as I drifted back to sleep.
Morning began with Sherrie bribing me with a coffee to get up and make the bed. I laughed and hugged her as I went out the door to break down the rig from the site. Water fill, purge both disposal tanks, check the tires up close with an eyeball, and do a final walk of the RV, checking doors and hatches. Making sure the levels are up, no chocks under the tires; we are good to go.
Yesterday we rolled over 450 miles; today we are headed to the next camp, making home within striking distance by late Friday. (Tomorrow)
We are tired and ready to get back home to our house and family. Traveling is awesome and gives a sense of mental realignment; however, it has limits. We have been traveling on the road, living in the RV, for 55 days so far. We are excited to get home and share our journey and photos with the family. It is incredible what we have done and been through the past couple of months. Every day has been unique and full of surprises, making us challenge each one, especially the unexpected ones.
Some of the best things we both discovered are our deep understanding of one another and how to tell the difference between real and superficial. That knowledge alone has been worth the entire trip, knowing what I know now about my beautiful wife, companion, and most of all, my BFF.
OUR LAST NIGHT IN THE RV
This is our last night in the rig. We should be home by tomorrow night; we are within striking distance as of this day’s passing. Wild fun times; we have seen things and been places we may never go again, like 60 days on the road from Florida to Alaska, soaking in all the breathtaking landscapes and unique cultures along the way. Each mile has told its own story, revealing the vast and diverse beauty of our country that we had only dreamed about before. We traveled over 12 thousand miles this year, experiencing everything from the vibrant nightlife of bustling cities to the serene beauty of remote wilderness. Each stop brought new adventures and unforgettable memories, whether it was hiking through national parks or indulging in local delicacies at small-town diners. The skies above us transformed from the sunny blues of southern beaches to the grey, ethereal mist of cascading waterfalls in the north, each view more stunning than the last. We forged bonds with fellow travelers, each telling tales of their journeys that inspired ours, and we encountered locals who welcomed us into their lives with open arms. A summary of it all is fun, fun, fun, with every mile filled with laughter, newfound friendships, and a deeper appreciation for the journey itself, reminding us that life is not just about the destination, but the experiences and connections made along the way.
Be sure to look over the spring picture gallery for 2026.
Roswell, New Mexico, marked our next stop. From there, we traveled north and east across the Tularosa Valley, where rows of meticulously tended pecan trees stretched across the desert floor. The sight of a flourishing orchard rising out of such arid country was unexpectedly beautiful, its dense green canopy lending the landscape a surprising richness.
Soon, Highway 70 curved south and carried us over the San Andres Mountains, the only highway skirting the range’s lower southern edge.
Not long after the pass, the gypsum dunes appeared on the horizon—an arresting sight and, without question, the day’s most memorable.
Nearby lies White Sands Missile Range, set against the luminous sweep of desert that gives this corner of southern New Mexico its singular character.
Unlike the familiar tan sand shaped from granite, these dunes are made of gypsum carried down from mineral-rich slopes. During the monsoon season, runoff gathers in a low basin in the valley, where the water lingers and slowly evaporates. As it dries, gypsum forms delicate crusts that eventually fracture into flakes, then finer and finer grains under the force of wind and erosion. Over time, those grains become the soft, powdery white sand that makes this landscape so extraordinary.
As we drew closer to the dunes, another marvel rose into view: Organ National Monument. Its jagged rock formations thrust dramatically skyward, catching shifting bands of sunlight as clouds drifted overhead. Light and shadow moved across the peaks in quiet succession, giving the mountains an almost theatrical presence. It felt like one of those rare places that never quite receive the attention they deserve.
Earlier that morning, we had driven south toward Carlsbad Caverns, only about 10 miles away. I had a feeling the visit might not be as simple as we hoped, and a quick phone call confirmed it: the caverns were exceptionally busy, and reservations were required for the day we had planned to go.
So, with Carlsbad off the itinerary, we turned our attention toward Dallas and continued east. It was the second year in a row that the caverns had slipped beyond our reach—a gentle reminder that some places insist on advance planning.
There was, however, one more complication. After leaving Percha Dam, we discovered that the blow to the rear of our RV had caused more damage than we first realized. The impact had bent the lower track of the bedroom slide-out just enough that, when we tried to retract it, the room jammed in place.
Once the mobile service technician had done what he could, Howard and Bryan managed to get the bedroom closed. At last, we were ready to leave—only a day behind schedule, which felt like a small victory.
We made our way back through Roswell, New Mexico, and with the Carlsbad stop canceled, the detour south felt a little bittersweet. From there, we pressed on through the wide expanse of the Chihuahuan Desert toward Abilene, Texas, en route to Dallas.
For the night, we planned to camp nearby before setting out again in the morning.
Goat Heads and wild whoop de do’s Attack!
Day Four, waking in Camp Percha situated in New Mexico. Wild winds are kicking up dry dust and sand, sending clouds of dirt that settle over the campsite. The air is filled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding desert, and despite the gusts, there’s a certain beauty in the way the sunlight dances through the swirling particles. Yesterday, we spent a lovely day with Kim and Dan, our niece and nephew from the Denver area, who have also come down to enjoy some time camping together with us. This trip marks our first experience camping in this style of configuration, and I must say it’s quite different from our usual setups.
Staying in one place for a few days has its perks; our last stay this long was in Cherry Hill, DC, which was a very different setting altogether. Here, the charm of the New Mexico landscape serves as a stunning backdrop for our family adventures, and it’s a pleasant change of pace from the hustle and bustle of city life.
This weekend, the Percha RV park has become bustling with holiday revelers, filling up fast for Memorial Day weekend. It struck me how quickly campers have set up around us upon realizing the holiday; every campsite seemed occupied, with families gathering to create their own stories and memories. This camping trip has evolved over the past few days and seems to be getting even more fun and exciting as time passes. The laughter and chatter all around remind me of the importance of family and the joy of shared experiences.
My older brother has been instrumental in organizing this visit so we can catch up and strengthen our family bonds. It’s amazing to see everyone together, some who haven’t crossed paths in years, engendering a sense of nostalgia and warmth.
As for me, this early afternoon, I plan to embark on a little adventure of my own—searching for lost coins around the camp. It’s hard to resist the thrill of treasure hunting, especially considering how many small treasures seem to be lost, dropped, or just littered around camping spots. At the Fort Pickings camp in Florida, we struck gold—literally; we found so many coins that we were asked to stop scavenging due to an unexploited ordinance from the Civil War days.
The ground here is pretty hard and challenging for any deep digs, yet I’m hopeful that coins don’t tend to nestle too deeply in the earth. I have fond memories of yesterday’s dig, even though it yielded no coins or significant keepsakes. What amazed me was the sheer quantity of litter, including numerous bottle caps, primarily beer pull tabs. The condition of the caps intrigued me—their decay state indicated their age, leading me to deduce that the litter of caps must not be from a recent era. This littering has gone on for some time.
The things we learn as we go…
Nestled in this area are a few food plants that process freshly grown vegetables. These food processors grow their own special breed of onions. The size of these onions, compared to Outback’s favorite, the Blooming Onion™, is almost the size of a soccer ball. An Onion grown to perfection is used in their products.
As our family begins to wind down and return home, Sherrie and I are planning to enjoy another night under the stars, charting our course southeast from here. Anticipation builds for our upcoming visit to Carlsbad Caverns, a spectacle of nature that we’ve been eagerly looking forward to. Additionally, we’ve added White Sands National Park to our Roadtrippers® NAV, which is exciting being so close to a national park located just a short distance from our current camping spot. It feels serendipitous, and our sights are set on visiting it before our continued journey eastward.
Amidst this adventure, we are also grappling with an unexpected visitor: goat heads. Everywhere I walk, I find these pesky little thorns making their presence known. Later, as I extracted them from my shoe bottoms, I sought insight from my sister Debbie, who enlightened me that they were grass seeds. A user on Reddit had some interesting thoughts about Goathead stickers.
pinegap96
•2y ago
Goat heads, damn, I don’t miss those from the desert 😂 yeah, always wear shoes when you go outside for this reason. They will puncture all the way, and they hurt. They come from a plant, or a weed, I should say, that’s all over the desert. The only way to get rid of them is to constantly be on top of your landscaping. It’s just the byproduct of a weed, unfortunately… Even if you get rid of yours, the wind will eventually blow more into your yard. Welcome to the desert!
So, having a tiny little reminder of the game ‘jacks,’ these are minuscule jacks with needle-sharp points. Putting full weight on one results in an extremely painful experience, and removing it is another ouch. It was not until a few painful steps that we figured out what was attacking our feet, causing us to laugh and wince at the same time.
Soon, we will be breaking camp to head into town for some essential chores: laundry, grocery shopping, and an RV tank purge. By late afternoon, we might treat ourselves to a relaxing dip in the mineral spa before our rollout tomorrow towards Whitesands National Park.
A lot has come from this family reunion in New Mexico. The opportunity to see family again is invaluable, and the beautiful landscape amplifies the feeling of homecoming. I haven’t seen my niece in 15 years, and reconnecting with loved ones during these times is truly a blessing. In our fast-paced world, there’s an increasing need to find one another again and stay connected. Fortunately, texting, phones, and video chatting have become critical tools in maintaining those bonds, allowing us to share moments despite the miles between us.
With excitement in the air, we have a planned roll-out tomorrow, closing this wonderful chapter of our adventure here in NM.
New Mexico’s -Hot Springs
Morning 2, waking in Perch Dam, looking out the windows, we see lots of open sky and landscapes again. The vast expanse of azure overhead is like a canvas painted by nature itself, with the sun beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over everything. The serenity of our surroundings is palpable, and the peaceful sounds of the morning awaken our senses. There are so many doves sounding like owls in this morning breeze blowing across the camp, their soft coos creating a symphony that harmonizes beautifully with the rustling leaves and the distant calls of other wildlife.
As we gaze out, the landscape unfolds before us, with gentle hills rolling into the horizon. It’s a picturesque sight that reminds us of nature’s beauty and the tranquility it brings. The morning air is crisp and refreshing, invigorating us as we prepare to embrace the day ahead.
We are not permitted to have fires in this camp; the problem is that cooking is a fire-related activity. This poses a challenge for us as we strive to enjoy the outdoor cooking experience. With our little suitcase grill, we can easily use an open coal fire and prep our food as needed. It’s a compact solution to our dilemma, allowing us to whip up delicious meals while still adhering to the camp’s regulations. We savor the thought of grilling fresh ingredients, infusing them with delightful flavors as we relish the joy of cooking in this stunning outdoor setting.
The prospect of sharing meals together amidst nature adds a layer of connection and warmth to our gathering, and we are determined to make the most of it despite the restrictions. As we strategize our cooking plans, we look forward to the wonderful moments that lie ahead, filled with laughter, great food, and the simple pleasure of enjoying the great outdoors.
Today, we are breaking camp for a few hours and heading into Truth or Consequences to search for a local hot mineral spa. And here’s some dope about them in this area.
During our visit, we ran across another Mineral Hot Springs at the Horse Ranch. When we ventured into this particular spring, the experience was anything but ordinary. Unlike the typical geothermal hot spring tub, this bath had a unique ambiance that enveloped us as we soaked. It was when I gingerly stepped out of the warm waters to rinse off that I noticed, to my surprise, that my silver wedding band had turned an unexpected shade of brown—a clear reaction to the minerals present in the water. This moment made me reflect on the interaction between our bodies and the natural elements around us.
As I contemplated the very nature of what we had just immersed ourselves in, I was struck by the thought that we, too, are made of minerals that are intricately woven into our genetic makeup. It felt like a cosmic alignment of sorts, being a part of this harmonious cycle of nature. The minerals in the hot springs were not just a fascinating phenomenon; they seemed to resonate with my very being.
Returning to the RV that afternoon, a sense of elation washed over me as we got back on the road. I was feeling incredibly recharged, invigorated by the experience. My visit to the Hot Springs in Arkansas had left me not only clean and refreshed but filled with an indescribable energy. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that despite that rejuvenation, something essential was missing—a sensation I realized only those supercharged mineral waters could provide to a weary body like mine.
This led me to ponder the next step in my wellness journey—vitamin water. It became clear that understanding the therapeutic value of soaking in those extraordinary minerals, allowing them to seep through our skin and into our system, was paramount. I began to appreciate how taking a daily vitamin can serve as a similar form of nourishment, containing many of the health benefits our bodies require to thrive.
I had meticulously prepared for this day, strategically planning to visit the local hot springs known for their exceptional geothermal mineral waters. In this area, an abundance of these natural wonders offers an intriguing variety of options for a vitamin-rich soak. Each spring has its own unique qualities, making it not just a relaxation destination but a fundamental part of my holistic approach to health.
There’s something almost magical about the way nature provides the very elements we need to feel our best. The allure of the hot springs is not just about the heat—it’s about the healing properties embedded in the minerals, waiting to revitalize and renew.
Percha Dam – Truth or Consequences, NM
This is where we will be for a few days, taking a much-needed break from our usual hectic schedules. With no rollouts or destinations to worry about, we can truly unwind and embrace the tranquility of the moment. The plan here is to settle in for a couple of days, fully immersing ourselves in the joy of visiting my Niece, Kimberly, and her handsome husband, Dan. They always make us feel so welcome, and their home is filled with love and laughter. Along with their two beautiful doggies, who are sure to bring us much joy and companionship, we look forward to sharing stories and creating lasting memories together. It’s a perfect opportunity to reconnect and enjoy the simple pleasures of life in their warm and inviting company.
These are my Niece and nephew. My brother Dennis and my sister-in-law, Debbie, are here in their rig, giving us a chance to reunite in a planned family gathering. Pictures to come soon, capturing all the delightful moments we’re sure to have together.
The trip here today from Camp Picacho was a very eventful day. Our road navigation system had us on Route 10, rolling east, just outside of Tucson, when Bessie suffered a tire blowout while we were approaching the city. It was quite a jolt, but we handled it calmly. After pulling over safely to the side of the road, we took a moment to assess the situation, checking for any other potential issues. Thankfully, we had a spare tire on board, and with a bit of teamwork, we managed to change it rather quickly. Although it was an unexpected delay, it provided us with a humorous story to share once we arrived. Overall, the trip turned out to be an adventure filled with laughter and anticipation for our gathering ahead.
Camp Picacho – Eloy, Arizona
Camp Picacho in Arizona offered a stunning view of the raw, rugged landscape. We were making our way across the Arizona landscape through the Sonoran Desert; we drove into a set of incredibly beautiful rock peaks thrust up from the flatlands. The Picacho Peak towers 3,369 feet above the desert floor, creating a dramatic profile against the expansive sky, especially as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon. In this area, we are surrounded by the Rocky Mountains and the giant saguaros covering the desert as far as the eye can see. These towering cacti, some reaching heights of over 40 feet and living for more than 150 years, stand as sentinels of the desert, a sight to behold for anyone who has never seen one of these giant trees or cacti.
We arrived at Camp Picacho with an air of anticipation and excitement, not knowing exactly what lay ahead during our stay in this beautiful landscape. We broke into camp just as the sun was setting last night, its golden rays transforming the peaks into silhouettes. As darkness fell over the camp, it opened up the sky view for every planet and star visible, creating a canopy of twinkling lights overhead. The clarity of the night sky is nothing like what we have at our home in Florida, where city lights often hinder our view of celestial wonders. Here, the vastness of the night revealed constellations and cosmic dust like I had never seen before. The air temperature came as a surprise when I exited the RV, stepping into a delightful night air in the mid-70s—a complete contrast to what we had experienced earlier this month in Alaska. There, we had faced days where we needed to stay bundled and dry, an experience that now enhanced our appreciation for this warm desert climate. The stark difference between the chilly, damp air of the north-west Pacific and this balmy embrace of Arizona night was a beautiful comparison.
As our trek to the southeast continues, the temperatures remain accommodating, adding a sense of comfort as we journey through these picturesque landscapes. Each mile offers new vistas, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures that keep our spirits high and our cameras busy.
Today, we are about to descend to the Percha Dam Camp, a place that promises its own unique charms. The drive there is about 4 hours, filled with winding roads that reveal more of Arizona’s breathtaking desert expanse. We should be in that area by early evening, ready to set up camp once more and experience the next chapter of our adventure. With each stop along the way, we gather stories and memories, grateful for the paths that lead us deeper into the heart of the wild.
Camp Target – San Berniedino, California
The fun and excitement never seem to end as the miles pile up on us. Just because we wanted to, we cut deep into the night, but not too late. We could enjoy a glass of wine and unwind from the road, the stars twinkling above us as we shared stories and laughter, creating memories that would last a lifetime. Sherrie let me sleep for a couple of hours while she pushed through the night, the rhythmic sound of the tires on the pavement lulling me into a peaceful slumber.
Eventually, we touched down in a Target parking lot where it was safe, with enough lighting to provide a sense of security, allowing us to just pass out in the comfort of our rig. We both ended up in the overhead bed above the cab, a surprisingly cozy spot that felt like our little slice of heaven on wheels. However, my eyes caught the day as I heard the beeping from the electrical charging system, indicating the house batteries were in trouble.
In this case, I can go outside, pull the generator’s emergency start, and off we go. I made a mistake and over choked the generator. When I fired it up, it choked and stalled, the sound echoing in the quiet of the early morning. It’s not easy to pull and start the generator; the mower pull is much easier. So, in this case, I let it go and returned to the living room, contemplating our next move. Normally, with a perfectly laid-out set of plans, our backup for recharging the batteries is solar. Unfortunately, this morning there was no sun, just lots of overcast skies and no power in sight.
The rig has a secondary charging system I added before we rolled out, which is working okay, but it acts as a ‘soft’ backup for charging; however, it takes a significant amount of time to do its job. Long story short, after some anxious waiting and a bit of problem-solving, we have repowered. The sun is shining brightly on the panels now, filling us with a sense of relief, and the generator has started adding to the battery recharging power.
Today, we are in a travel day configuration, just as we have been throughout this adventure. Our final destination is New Mexico, where we plan to rest and reunite with family, taking a much-needed break for a few days off the road. As our trip this year is coming close to a wrap, I really want to extend our sincere appreciation to all our followers and subscribers. The spring cruise to Alaska concluded better than we ever thought, filled with breathtaking sights and unforgettable experiences that we will cherish forever.
Thank you for following us this year and being a part of this adventure. Going to New Mexico is my time off to sit back, brush off the road dust, visit with family, and pet the dogs we dearly miss. These moments are what make the journey worthwhile.
More to come after our time with family, as we prepare for the next leg of our adventure. We still have a long way to go to get back to Central Florida, but we are excited for what lies ahead and ready to tackle the miles with smiles on our faces. Each day brings new surprises, and we can’t wait to share more of our travels with you all!
Bodega Bay, California Camp
We successfully reached the Pacific Coast Highway (US 1), marking a significant milestone in our journey southward. Observing our progress via GPS, I informed Sherrie, “The route ahead promises to be quite remarkable.” After cresting the hill and making the turn, the view of the ocean from US 1 was truly impressive.
Westport Ocean / Beach Camp
Initially, we were unfamiliar with the landscape until we traveled further south. Along US 1, we discovered numerous campgrounds suitable for tents and campers, allowing travelers to secure a place to rest as night falls. However, navigating US 1 presents challenges due to its narrow, winding roads, which feature switchbacks that rival those in the Appalachian region. Driving alongside cliffs while attempting to disregard the extraordinary views was particularly difficult; the scenery along the west coast of the United States is genuinely awe-inspiring.
As we continued southbound, Sherrie was in seat 1 while I utilized the back window of our RV for photography, with both standard and telephoto lenses readily available. The Pacific Coast is an experience best witnessed firsthand; no photographs or descriptions can fully capture its essence.
Fortunately, a high-pressure system covered the north Pacific Ocean, resulting in foggy conditions and an array of blue hues shaped by sunlight refracting on the rocks. Waves crashed against the cliffs, producing dramatic ocean spray. This region’s weather generates an unstable ocean, and during our drive, we observed many changes in the coastline and surf. Upon arriving at Bodega Bay, California, we are camping tonight near the bay, sheltered from ocean winds. The surf featured large swells with prominent whitecaps, ideal for surfing.
I underestimated the ocean’s presence and majesty. After spending a week sailing and experiencing its power, we felt a sense of accomplishment regarding our journey through the Northwest Passage.
Tomorrow marks a notable shift in navigation. Having slowed our pace on the PCH, we plan to bypass the southern portion of Santa Cruz’s planned excursion and begin traveling east towards Arizona. In a few days, our navigation will take us to New Mexico, after which we will head southeast to Florida.
We are somewhat eager to return home after an extended period on the road; although the RV comfortably accommodates all our needs, it cannot replace the familiarity of home and family. As time away extends, our appreciation for home grows. With this trip nearing its end, we look forward to restoring and servicing our RV, Bessie, after a journey spanning over 12,000 miles across the United States by land and sea.
much more to come as our journey continues…
5:00 pm PDT
We arrived last night in Garberville, California, staying at Benbow—a notably attractive KOA situated conveniently near the interstate, as is common for most KOA campsites.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, our stay was extended. The journey along Highway 101 offered remarkable scenery until dusk forced us to halt with approximately 150 miles remaining. Navigating Avenue of the Giants at night provided only a limited view through headlight beams, causing us to miss much of its renowned landscape.
After reflecting on yesterday’s scheduling oversight, we have decided to delay our progress down US PCH 1 until tomorrow, opting instead for a brief backtrack. Fortunately, this allowed us to recalibrate before proceeding further. Today, we are taking the opportunity to organize, rest, and prepare for tomorrow’s departure.
California’s spring has been exceptional, transitioning from cold, snowy, and icy conditions to today’s pleasant weather with clear blue skies, dry air, and temperatures in the mid-sixties. Such favorable conditions enhance the overall experience.
Our current location continues to impress. We are camped adjacent to the five-star Benbow Historic Inn, which is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Later today, we plan to explore its acclaimed dining offerings and appreciate its historical significance. Prior to concluding the evening, we intend to complete necessary chores, including laundry and organizing supplies. Sherrie has efficiently managed repacking tasks, ensuring all belongings are properly arranged after our recent disembarkation.
Tomorrow, we will retrace our route up Highway 101 and then proceed onto PCH, beginning in Levittown, just west of the river. This section of the journey promises some of the most scenic vistas we have encountered thus far.
10:30 am PDT
I woke today in Florence, Oregon. Last night’s camp was on the Siuslaw River, which flows into the Pacific. Sherrie noticed last night, as we were walking to the Boardwalk town on the river, that the tide had come in. I didn’t notice, but now that I’m looking at the map, it makes sense that the tide shows up in the river.
Today, I am so excited to get underway as we roll south down the Pacific coast. In this leg, our pace is set to allow us to fully enjoy what California has to offer. A Coastal Ocean Drive runs down the PCH, and the thought of this journey fills me with a sense of exhilaration and anticipation. This has been a lifetime aspiration of mine that we did not get to complete the last time we toured California. The abrasive weather on the Pacific coast last year led to many road closures due to rockfall and erosion; the PCH at Big Sur was closed, and we felt the disappointment of not being able to experience its stunning views.
This year, it reopened to traffic and tourists as soon as we confirmed our NAV was set. The excitement in the air is palpable as we prepare for our first day rolling the coast south; yesterday, the sights were so beautiful that they remain etched in my memory. Mainly, there’s so much foliage life: the new leaves and blooms begin as they mature, and the colors of green range from different shades, creating a radiant tapestry of life that is nothing short of breathtaking. The sunlight dances across the landscape, illuminating the vibrant greens, which are beautifully backdropped by the soon-to-be-held rhododendron festival.
Here in this little community, poised to start up next weekend, the local owner of The Laughing Crab told us the carnival that was parked in the lot next to us was about to set up for the fest. We just missed the festival of flowers, which filled the streets with color and laughter. What looks poised indeed suggests that something big is coming very soon. We are happy to have visited here and enjoyed their community, soaking in the warmth and hospitality of the locals.
As we embark on the next leg of our journey, I can’t help but feel grateful for these moments of connection—not just with the landscape but with the people and the spirit of the places we encounter. Each stop along the way offers us a glimpse into a world that is rich in culture and history, making every mile we travel even more significant. Lots more of today’s southern trek as we go, eager for whatever adventures await us on this beautiful coastal highway.
more to come…
7:30 pm PDT
Tonight, we are in the Coastal Mountains by the Pacific Ocean. We traveled through Portland, Oregon, and are now set to start our journey down the PCH.
Our campsite is by the water, and a walk down the boardwalk allows us to explore before we leave tomorrow. I am excited for this next part of the trip and the chance to take photos of new places. More to come…
Disembarking the ship
Our cruise ship, Noordam, arrived in Seattle right on schedule. It was amazing to realize that we had spent both nights and days at sea, and now, once again, we had found dry land.
The Disembarkation Process
Early in the morning, the ship’s announcements echoed through the hallways and into our rooms, providing instructions for the final disembarkation. Passengers were organized by groups corresponding to the color tags attached to their luggage. Although there was a bit of confusion at first, it only took a few minutes to locate our bags. We then made our way to the RV, joining thousands of other guests all doing the same. It was chaotic, but such is the nature of boarding and disembarking a cruise ship.
Farewell Gatherings
We departed early and found a spot to have lunch with Patti and her group before heading to the Tacoma jetport (SEA-TAC). Afterward, we spent some time in the cell lot, exchanging farewells and reminiscing about the trip. The moments passed quickly as we chatted. We took them to the terminal and hope to see them again in about a month.
Leaving Seattle
Our winds have shifted as we leave behind Seattle’s hustle and bustle. We carry with us memories and hundreds of photos from our incredible journey up the Alaskan coast. The stories we heard about the villages’ origins along the way seem not so distant.
A New Journey Begins
With these memories in our hearts, tonight we set our compass for a new adventure, heading due south. Our northwest jo urney has ended, making way for another. We are filled with happiness and gratitude for the opportunity to share this journey. Continue following us as we travel through the towering trees of Northern California. There will be plenty of photos and updates soon—follow us at @from-the-road.com to see what our adventurous mom and dad are up to next.
We woke up today on the corner of John and 6th Street in downtown Seattle. a very crazy night in the city, we have boon docked in some odd places, but this one took the prize, a downtown under the space needle stay.
This morning, while Sherrie and her sister took a stroll up the avenue to a local McDonald’s, I was sitting in the rig on the very exposed corner. I heard a set of voices, men in particular, very loud and embedded with profanity like the eff bomb. These guys were going a bit crazy, almost in a fist fight, as their tempers flared. Walking by the RV, one went in front of it, and the other cut around the rig. a very scary couple of dudes, ready to go full fist and cuff or go for a gun. I got concerned and reached for my Glock and laid it next to me as the violence escalated. I watched them pass by intently; they were screaming at one another. I heard the work money, and that was likely the reason they were at odds. Soon they walked on down John Street, still yelling, drifting into silence again around the streets.
A very strange night last night, at three am: an explosion echoes through the downtown city streets. I sat waiting for sirens or rescue, but now all was quiet and fell around me again. I am not sure what I heard.
As the day progressed today, we rolled into the terminal at the Holland American port, we have boarded our ship, the Noordam, with high hope we will make it home in a week. In that time, we are slated to see all the Alaska port citys Juneo, Sitka, up to Ketchikan via the glaciers. a time to remember as we make brand new sights and memories ahead. Much more to come on this first day of the Alaskan cruise.
So, to sum up what mom and dad are up to today, we are en route to the north tundra of Alaska. A day of cruising and then a port will come for us to visit. much more to come… check back later and subscribe for updates on posts.
Today, our day was primarily dedicated to travel. We departed from our camp in Pioneer and proceeded to Pleasant Point, located in Borthell, Washington. While the journey south to Seattle was brief, it gave us time to prepare for our upcoming meeting with family members. The current price of gasoline is $5.65 per gallon, which is relatively moderate compared to previous rates.
We anticipate embarking on the Alaska cruise with great enthusiasm. Our ship consistently provides updates via email and Facebook, creating a complex and sometimes overwhelming process as we acclimate to ship life. Further details will be shared as we become more familiar with these procedures.
This morning, we woke at Pleasant Point RV Park in Seattle and are now situated near the iconic Space Needle.
We are awaiting the arrival of our sister and her group, who are expected to land at the Seattle terminal by midnight MDT. In the meantime, our itinerary includes visiting the Glass Museum and the Space Needle. It should be noted that navigating traffic in the area is challenging, particularly when operating an RV. The forthcoming tour of the Glass Museum is highly anticipated, and numerous photographs will be taken during the visit.
Currently, we are stationed at the intersection of 6th and John, planning to boondock overnight. By morning, we will proceed to muster time at the Pier with all parties present, prepped to board the ship.
More to follow…
UPDATE: Com link restored
PIONEER TRAIL CAMP – Anacortes, Washington
Located in the upper state of Washington, near the corner of the state. This was our only visit to the park. We met Joe and his sweet puppy, Cooper. Our stay was quiet and safe. The shower and comfort station met quality standards. Clean and warm. Looking over the landscape, Pioneer Trail Camp is on a hillside, with sites laid out in steps and rows, with a camp pad above and one below. However, the pad-to-park is level, and the levelers didn’t have to work much to get us flat.
What is incredible are the average trees; they stand fifty feet tall, just a wild sight. The plants are lush with so much green and flowers. The rocks are exposed, showing their beauty. Surrounded by plant life we do not see in Florida, everything is different here. I sit at my table staring out the window for hours. No bugs at night or mosquitoes. How wonderful is that? The temps the past few days have been hovering between 50 and 67 degrees, with today’s high at 67 degrees and no rain in sight. The Pacific Ocean weather looks awesome, clear, the Alaska coastline is under clear skies, and most of the Pacific.
We have enjoyed our stay at the Pioneer Trail RV park. The first night we checked in, the opportunity to do laundry came up again, taking up the time before we locked the rig down for the night. Those facilities had the Pay Ranger® system we discovered in the panhandle of Florida while visiting Fort Pickings. That made our evening much easier.
Since we have spent three nights here, we are about ready to roll out from sitting too long. We are not used to sitting for long periods. That is what we do and how we roll.
The only downside of the camp here was our access to the satellites. Our com link was severely impeded by the canopy of trees around us. This usually is not a problem in most camps. Using Starlink®, one needs a clear view of the sky.
This morning, I took out my drone for the first time and walked around the camp a bit; the drone’s video is surprisingly wonderful. I will add a post with 2026 Spring photos soon, look for it.
The roll-out today will send us to Camp Point Pleasant, to the south of this area, where we are poised to meet our family as they arrive from Florida. From there, we will reunite with our family. Next, head to the Ship. More from Point Pleasant to come.
Camp Life Near the Ocean
Unexpected Tsunami Warning
Our campsite is located about ten miles inland from the ocean, nestled within dense woods. Yesterday morning, as we enjoyed our coffee and lunch, a sudden screeching horn echoed over the mountain, reverberating through the valleys. We paused to listen, uncertain about the source of the noise. It continued relentlessly until Sherrie recognized it as a tsunami warning alert. Her identification was confirmed when a sharp announcement followed the horn—a voice declaring that it was just a test. The experience left me hoping never to hear such a warning for real. Being so close to the ocean, surrounded by thick woodland, I often wonder how far the water could reach if a tsunami ever occurred.
Evening Routine and Nature Walk
Later in the day, I fired up the grill and cooked steaks for dinner. The meal was delightful, and we spent the evening watching television after taking a leisurely walk along the nature trail.
Darkness settled quickly, and as the cold wrapped itself around our rig, I found myself sitting outside the RV. The weather was comfortable—64 degrees, sunny, and dry.
Accidental Mishap
I must admit to being a bit of a clutz. Last evening, while purging the tanks, I accidentally walked into the bedroom slider yet again. This was just one of many times I’ve bumped my head on that slide-out. The impact was strong enough to knock me to the ground, bend my glasses, cut my nose, and dent my forehead. What was I thinking? Fortunately, today I am feeling fine.
Connectivity Challenges
Another issue has arisen with our Starlink® system. The dense trees around our camp are interfering with satellite signals, resulting in intermittent connectivity. Uploading is nearly impossible at speeds of 50 Mbps due to the obstructed sky view.
We anticipate that uploads will resume once we move to a location with fewer obstacles. Tomorrow, we plan to continue uploading photos.
Whats ahead
Two days until our boarding the ship, and our family is due to arrive. We will be joined by Patti, Le Anne, Jessie, and Sky. We are super excited and ready to get this underway. We found out yesterday from the ship’s news. Our boarding time is late. We are the last to board the ship to the Veranda.
MOVING FORWARD,
We are in Anacortes, Washington. We spent the day at Deception State Park, situated along the Pacific coast. The agenda included lunch in the RV by the beach, offering exceptional views. Following lunch, we explored the beach and hiked across the rocky hillsides, which were notable for their greenery and signs of new growth. Sherrie and I spent the afternoon appreciating the landscape and documenting it through photography, though certain elements proved difficult to capture fully.
The day began in Camp Burlington. Our itinerary was adjusted so that we could stay several nights at the Anacortes camp, approximately 15 miles from our original location. Upon arrival, we visited a tulip farm featuring thousands of tulips displayed in various arrangements, just before the season concluded on April 31.
We then headed to the Deception State Park to wrap up our activities for the day. This park is a jaw dropper. Views and photo opportunities galore.
We stayed here in Deception Park on our last visit a year ago, the beach road was closed; however, this time we saw it open and made. dash for it. Just a few photos we captured. Washington State distinguished itself with its lush, diverse foliage and grand trees, creating an environment of remarkable natural beauty. Being present in such surroundings is genuinely rewarding; it is a memorable experience to spend early spring in this region.
Our day concluded with heading back to Pioneer Trails Camp, gathering our laundry, and taking it to the laundry room. Sounds lovely, and it is just to have clean, fresh clothing. The small things on the road have a lot of meaning; clean laundry is one of them.
Soon we will head to our site to lock down for the night, plug in the 220 vdc, deploy our landing gear (stabilizers), purge holding tanks, then push out the sliders, giving us the extra room that makes our RV our home on wheels.
More to come…
Burlington / Anacortes is a KOA Holiday.
Travel day today after a three-day layover. Staying at the Vantage camp was a nice memory; the camp did not stand out or any of its facilities. However, the place served its purpose.
After arriving in Anacortes, our journey took us past a few local retailers, where we purchased goods and services. Next came locating our campsite.
It is dark tonight, and I cannot see the surroundings or the Anacortes camp. The drive here today was as remarkable, mountains like no other on the coast range.
Something happens here during the evenings, and mostly the sun grazes over the land’s mountainsides, feeding anything that will grow. The forests are so dense that one can hardly see into them.
Honestly, I believe the spring foliage bloom is considerably ahead of ours in Florida. Everything here is green and lush, and it is getting greener by the day. Wildflowers cover the hillsides. Roden Dren bushes are in bloom, giving a vibrant red and white accent to the landscapes. A sight to behold, we drove a week across the parries and over the great divide, reaching this paradise. No wonder the settlers felt so passionate about the land in the northwest. One has to see it to believe to fully understand it.
We are a week away from the ship. Tonight, in one week, we will be under the influence of a seasickness patch the doctor gave us. We are heading to the Pacific Ocean. Never being on a cruise ship will give us the opportunity to see it all from a novice’s view as I learn the cruising life.
Yesterday, before camp, our journeys took us over to Snoqualmie Falls, Washington. Last year, we adventured early one morning to the restaurant that serves the falls attraction. Last year, we did not fully understand that breakfast was served in 4 courses.
Starting with a fluffy bisque and oatmeal, followed by two stacks of fluffy pancakes, then a delightful mimosa, with a little time to relax and digest the first two courses, the main entrée is soon served. Three meats with potatoes and a pile of scrambled eggs. This year, we decided to eat a lot more slowly and not finish each course. Our breakfast was served at a window seat overlooking the falls, with lovely views.
Camp Anacortes is under the gray skies. that are feeding us the clouds from the Pacific Northwest.
From here on, the weather is very unpredictable, with hourly changes; this morning, our temperatures are hovering around 50 degrees. This is our second trip to this area of the USA. Our visit to Forks last year was stunning, and we stayed at Eagle’s Pass Landing, a beautiful camp just to our south in the Forks area.
More ahead as we begin the adventure up the Alaskan coastline in just a few days.
The Final Push for Seattle
Our day commenced in Washington, marking the beginning of our journey westward along Interstate 90. As I compose this update, we are en route to Anacortes, Washington, prior to entering the terminal area. The primary experience of our trip, which is the central purpose of our visit, is imminent. This morning, I shared with Sherrie that our itinerary leads us north by northwest—from Florida to the outskirts of Seattle—and upon reflection, I realized that the forthcoming boat ride will take us farther north than I have ever previously traveled.
Regarding this cruise, I would like to note that I am new to cruising and have not previously been on a ship. I am unfamiliar with what to anticipate. For further updates and information, please follow our dedicated page linked under Cruisin’ Alaska.
We’ve had mostly good fortune, aside from a student driver who accidentally backed into our RV. The weather conditions were ideal for us as we traveled across the United States last week. Now, looking at the forecast, it appears that the Midwest—where we journeyed—has been experiencing some pretty tough weather.
As we roll through these mountains covered with pines and rock. A visual site I have never seen on the East Side of the US. Having now seen the northwest and felt the earthly beauty in every breath and step, the inspirational feeling it gives, the moment life fills the soul, suddenly comes the consensus of its overwhelming presence.
The mountains are surrounding us as we drive west, we are 80 miles to the Pacific Ocean coastline by way of Washington State. These are the final set of mountains that range to the ocean with cliffs where the ocean meets rock walls. The NORTHWEST.
More to come tonight on today’s adventures.
We’re in the Washington mountains, a two-hour drive east of Seattle from the cruise terminal. Having finished the first part of our trip ahead of schedule, we’re taking a break before boarding the ship for a relaxing cruise.
Our sister and crew haven’t updated us yet. This morning, I sat outside and admired the scenery, then did some chores on the rig before grabbing my camera for a hike up a steep hillside above our camp.
Reaching a little mesa left me out of breath, but it wasn’t high enough for a lake photo, so I kept climbing. Focused on getting a shot, I wasn’t paying much attention to potential hazards. As I moved up the final hill, I spotted an easier path and headed for it, carefully watching my footing. Suddenly, I nearly stepped on a four-foot rattlesnake. Instinctively, I avoided it, backed away, and realized I’d been careless—not thinking about snakes while worrying about wild animals.
Ok, maybe I’ve over exaggerated a bit the shock of me almost stepping on a snake that looked like a rattlesnake was sobering enough to turn around and start down that hillside.
This camp, like the last three, is completely empty of anyone. I’m beginning to think no one is on the roads, with gas prices.
Speaking of today, we gassed the RV up here in Washington. I saved my ‘I did that’ sticker for the most outrageous, the most obnoxious gas prices I ever saw.
My last sticker went on this pump at 5.49 per gallon. Disconcerting to say the least.
We drove to Ellenville for an LP refill, but couldn’t find anyone to dispense it. Thankfully, a KOA provided a full tank at $6.89 per gallon. Tonight is predicted to be freezing, so getting fuel was essential. Despite some wear, the RV is holding up and keeping us
comfortable. We’re parked near the cruise terminal, close enough to sense the Pacific air. Early spring in Washington means the greenery isn’t as lush as before. Our NAV guide recommended The Ranch Farm Restaurant in Vantage—a locally run spot serving fresh, locally raised beef and their own products, earning a five-star rating.
After we enjoyed our lunch, our drive led us to town, where we passed an impressive site featuring various petrified trees created by volcanic ash, later uncovered. It was a fascinating stop. We’re here for two nights, and the day after tomorrow we’ll head west. Updates to follow.
One more morning at Diamond Lake camp, waking today in this camp was a pleasure and so relaxing, with the gentle sounds of nature surrounding me and a soft breeze drifting through the tall trees. As I stepped outside my RV, the smell of fresh pine and damp earth filled the air, adding to the morning’s overall serenity. There is no one here on this 300-acre camp, allowing for a sense of solitude and peace rare in our busy lives. The tranquil environment invited moments of reflection, and I found myself losing track of time as I absorbed the beauty around me. The Northwest USA is a place hidden from the rest of America, a treasure trove of breathtaking landscapes and serene waters. Each corner unveils new surprises, from shimmering lakes to towering forests, creating an unparalleled backdrop for adventure. Once we made it to the west slopes, the scenery changed dramatically, giving everything that unmistakable look of the Northwest, with its lush greenery and towering mountains. The majestic peaks loomed overhead, casting shadows that danced across the valley floor, while the sounds of a distant waterfall added a soothing soundtrack to the picturesque view. Everything is different here—from the crisp, fresh air to the vibrant colors of wildflowers in bloom. The diversity of plant life is astounding, as delicate blossoms punctuate the lush foliage like nature’s confetti. I actually love this side of the United States; visiting is such a change of venue for both of us, offering new experiences and a chance to reconnect with nature away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As we explored further, we discovered hidden trails and secluded spots, each one a reminder of the untamed beauty that remains untouched by modern distractions, making every moment spent here feel like a precious gift.
We got our night of rest, and today we are off to Vantage, Washington. I’m sitting here this morning feeling the cool, refreshing breezes as I enjoy the serene atmosphere at the neighbor’s picnic table, typing away my thoughts. The scenery is so incredibly beautiful this morning, especially after the deluge of rain that pounded down all day yesterday, leaving the landscape glistening with droplets and the air rich with the scent of damp earth.
A spinning front is currently sweeping through, bringing with it a strong wind from the Northwest corner, propelled by a massive Pacific Low that is swirling just off the Alaskan coast, contributing to this unique blend of weather that promises both excitement and calm. Yet, there’s no need for concern; as I look ahead, the forecasts predict that the day will unfold with sunshine, crisp coolness, and a vibrant blue sky that seems to stretch endlessly above, dotted occasionally with fluffy white clouds that appear like floating cotton candy. It promises to be a perfect day for our journey, and I can feel the excitement building as we prepare to set off, ready to embrace whatever adventures await us in Vantage, where the vast open spaces and rugged beauty of the landscape invite exploration and inspire a sense of freedom that’s hard to find in our everyday lives.
On another note, It is a bit strange to see how many people are touched by any connection to Walt Disney World in Florida. When we checked in two days ago, the young host who checked us in explained that they were part of the college Disney program. Boy, did that ring a bell. I quickly asked where they stayed. The Commons. A swift reply of yes from me. I knew that routine well. Our team did lots of work on the infrastructure throughout their buildings and the sustainment of it. We got very familiar with The Commons, come to find out, when I met Mark, the manager informed me his tool was part of the College Disney Program. Small world, huh?
Honestly, this is the MOST relaxing and peaceful camp we have spent. This place is so quiet that it feels as though we are in a boondock configuration with power.
The wind is cutting through the trees as I sit here, feeling the cold wind across my body and face, lifting my papers next to me and blowing across the table I’m sitting at.
As this journey unfolds, the days are getting more fluid and easier to navigate. We know the rig and the need to sustain. We are set to make it about halfway on this journey. When we return from the cruise ship, we will be about halfway through our trip. after we return from the pacific ocean the adventure down the PCH is one I’m am personally looking forward to. Seeing Big Sur is my focus as we travel south through California later next month.
The day is on, and so is our journey, as we roll through Spokane to Seattle, stopping for a rest in Anticourtis. more to come, check back often and subscribe to get notices for new posts.
Tim and Sherrie
FTR Team