All things considered, I think I’ll just leave that towing stuff to those boys over at Lizard Lick.
Our impending run out of the RGV will be essentially due north through San Antonio, the Oklahoma Panhandle, Denver, Casper, Billings and Great Falls, Calgary and Edmonton and through Whitehorse into the Yukon and eventually The Great Land, Alaska! We hope to make a run up to the North Slope oilfields and Barrow to check out the Polar Bears and Northern Lights this time around as well as a trip to Katmai National Park to watch the Grizzlies catching salmon at Brooks Falls and the ever popular stops along the Kenai and Kasiloff Rivers of the Kenai to enjoy the antics of my Bride snagging silver salmon and halibut with only her remaining 3 teeth.
If any of you are interested in tagging along part way or meeting up during any of this scheduled madness, let us know and we’ll try to make it happen. We spend most of our stops along the road in overnight rest areas, Wal-Mart parking lots and Elks Lodges only visiting actual campgrounds and RV parks when we need to dump wastewater tanks or refill with fresh water. Such is life when traversing the land with a thrifty Norwegian!
'til next time. Hugs, C&K
Welp, here goes nothing. If you thought our last missive was somewhat lacking, just keep on reading this gibberish. Remember how the Seinfeld TV series was a “show about nothing”? You are about to enter into the internet version of the same lunacy.
As our time in the RGV (Rio Grande Valley) winds slowly to a close...
And when I finally found the only abandoned Smart car in the entire state it turned into a bit of a conundrum…
Texas Spring April 6, 2013
Unfortunately there are only so many vehicles that are of an appropriate size to be towed by a Jeep Wrangler down here. This is TEXAS after all! We “Super Size” everything…
I suddenly find myself facing a deadline to publish just one more episode of silliness in our 3 remaining weeks. As of May 1 we will have torn down the tents, cleaned out the cages and placed our caravan on a northerly course toward another summer outing in Alaska.
With the exception of a plethora of medical and dental issues during our 6 1/2 month hiatus on the Mexican border, our time here has been pretty much non-incidental. We have made several runs across the border to Progreso for a variety of drugs for ourselves and a few friends (does that qualify us as “mules”?), had our teeth cleaned and examined by a dentist operating out of the back of a horse drawn 1957 Chevy panel truck and purchased a few pirated movies from 10-year old “bootleggers” prowling the Margarita bars of Progreso’s less reputable neighborhoods.
Our “escapes” from the Valley have consisted of a few days in New Orleans over Christmas and a day trip to South Padre Island to check out some of our former haunts which have fallen on hard times and all but vanished into the dunes.
I did attempt a self-directed stimulus of the local economy with the opening of “Chucky’s”…